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Chapter 3 ———- Buck ——— I woke up around 7 am and rolled out of bed. Thankfully we had got all the prep for today done last night before close. That allowed me to sleep in this morning instead of having to get up at 5 to be able to get my morning workout in before going to the shop. I walked naked through the house to the kitchen, my fat poz dick swaying as I walked. I turned on the coffee machine, a pod thingy or something my brother got me as a housewarming present, and put my coffee mug in place. I walked over to the fridge and got the creamer out. I mixed my creamer and coffee the I stood in my little dinette cubby where my bench table sat looking out on the back yard. There was a big picture window that I loved to look out of in the mornings. My neighbor, an older gay man named Wayne, was out in his back yard working on his flower bed. I only noticed him when he waved good morning at me. I just so happened to be scratching my balls when he did. I waved back, knowing he didn’t care about my nakedness. He’d let me know many times he’d let me fuck him. He was a good looking older hairy daddy bear but he was married and like with the scorpion boys I keep to my no fucking people in relationships rule. I went to the bedroom and changed into my gym clothes. In my spare room I had set up a small home gym. I spent the next 45 minutes working out followed by a 30 minute run around my neighborhood. When I got back to the house it was 8:45 and I need to grab a quick shower and get to the shop for the interview with sweet Jacob. As I washed my body I was happy with what I saw. Before I left the grind and opened the shop 4 years ago I had never had time to take care of myself. My body had stated to show the neglect. Now though, the shop ran smooth and left me time to get back in shape. I thought I was in good shape for a 35 year old. I didn’t have ripped abs or a killer V or anything like that, but my stomach was flat, my love handles were minimal, I have a good chest and arms, and the rest of my body was built proportionally. I got out of the shower and dried off, skipping the shave for the day. My jet black hair was a mess as usual, so after I threw on some jeans and a shirt, I put on a hat so I didn’t have to mess with it. I got my socks and shoes on and was out the door at 9:05. As I parked in the small employee lot by the building I saw Jacob ride up and put his bike in the bike rack. He didn’t notice me or my truck as he walked up to the door. He was wearing pair of khakis (that showed off his high and tight butt) and a blue polo. I walked up behind him and almost instinctively put my hand on that sweet ass but instead I rested it on his back giving him a scare. Luckily he recovered pretty quickly. I got us in the door as we greeted each other. I gave him a little tour of the shop as we walked to my office. I could tell he was nervous. It made him even cuter. I offered him some water to help calm him down and started the interview. He was just as polite as when we meet. Answering all my questions honestly. He also seemed to be smart and personable. I could tell from some of his answers that he really needed a job. I also felt that maybe his home life wasn’t that great. However, now wasn’t the time to get into that. It didn’t seem as it would affect his performance, so it wasn’t my business (yet). As we were finishing up, I heard Ant come in the back door along with one of the scorpion boys and our main pizza maker, Trevor. They were talking and caring on. ”Well Jacob, if you are in agreement I’d like to offer you the chance to work today. It be a kind of probationary shift. You’d get paid for it, minimum wage plus a split of the tips. You’d work with the shop’s manager Anthony at the counter. As long as there are no issues we can talk about you joining us permanently after your shift. What do you say?” “Yes Sir, that sounds great! I’d love a chance to show you how good of a worker I am.” He replied eagerly. Every time the word Sir came out of his adorable mouth my dick twitched. Hell I had been semi-hard and leaking as he sat across from me being all sexy and not knowing it. “Good. Also, just call me Buck. We aren’t that formal around here.” I said to him then holler’d out the office door for Ant. “Hey Daddy Scorpion what’s with the yelling?” He asked as he walked into the office. He froze just a bit when he say Jacob then looked at me and a chesire smile spread across his face. “Ant, I want to introduce you to Jacob. He is the person I told you about yesterday. He will be doing his probationary shift up front with you today.” “Nice to meet you Jacob. I am Anthony, but call me Ant. This lug gave me the title of manager, but really I just keep the ship floating when he isn’t around.” He said as he reached out and shook Jacob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Sir!” Jacob replied as he stood to shake his hand. Someone taught this boy manners. “I told you call me Ant. No need for all that sir shit.. I mean stuff.” He told Jacob then turned to me and asked. “Is he done in here? Or do you need him still?” “I will send him out in 15 mins. I need to get his employment documents and stuff done. Get him a shirt from storage too please.” Ant nodded and left us. I got the forms we used, just the basic one required by law. If he was hired on and made it past 90 days there were other stuff of PTO and insurance, but we didn’t need to do that now. I also got a copy of his license and SS card. Once that was all done, I sent him out to the kitchen to find Ant. I had to adjust my dick as he walked out of the room as I couldn’t keep my eyes off his ass. I shook myself out of it and turned to my computer to start my daily paperwork. ———— Jacob ———— It took everything in me not to jump and run in excitement as I left Buck’s office. I couldn’t believe after all these months I was one trial shift away from a job. A much needed job!! I was so nervous when we started the interview but Buck put me at ease. With in minutes it was like talking to a friend not a potential boss. The interview though didn’t help reduce my crush on Buck at all. He was still sexy as heck but his reassuring and supportive personality made the crush worse if anything. Then I got to meet Ant. He was sexy too! He was tall and had to be at least 6’3. He was thin, but not skinny as it looked like he had some muscle on him. He had light brown skin and he wore his hair in braids. He has very soulful eyes and a devilish smile. Did only hot guys work here? As I walked out of the office in search of Ant I found him helping another hottie with some racks of what I assumed were pizza dough. The man he was with was jacked. I mean almost body builder big. He had red hair and blue eyes. Was shorter than me, probably around 5’8. ”Jacob, come over here and meet our pizza maker extraordinaire, Trevor.” I walked over and shook Trevor’s hand expecting a strong crushing grip. But while it was firm his grip wasn’t domineering. I got the impression he was a big teddy bear right off the bat. “Nice to meet you!” he said with a big smile. I got the impression he was the quite strong protector type that you didn’t want to make mad. We parted with Trevor as Ant led me to the break room. There was a black shirt in my size and a name tag laying on the counter. Ant told me to go ahead and change shirts. He explained the shirts were the only real dress code and that if I joined the shop I’d get several more. He also suggested that I wear pants or shorts that I didn’t mind getting flour on or greasy. His last dress code suggestion (but seemed more like a best to have) was to get slip resistant shoes because working in kitchens could be dangerous in street shoes. He continued to talk to me as I pulled off my polo and put on the new shirt. I had spent all high school in changing rooms so the brief exposure of my naked chest didn’t bother me. Plus, since Ant didn’t seem to be leaving or react to me changing I figured it was what he expected. We walked through the kitchen where he pointed out the pizza tables, the ovens, and the cut table with the pizza boxes. He showed me how the pizzas were put in the warming station between the kitchen and the front counter, turning on the warming tower as he showed me. He explained the opening counter staff was responsible for that. Up front in the counter area it had a few soda coolers to one side, the front the warmer and their doors, and a small table against the wall. Under the counter were all sorts of supplies. Think Printer tape, bags, napkins, paper towels. There was also a safe under the counter just to the right of the where the cash register sat. He took me through the steps of turning on the register and getting everything set up to open. He got a cash til out of the safe and had me count it and put it in the register. Next I got a brief over view of the phone system and we did a few practice orders. He also showed me how to check the status of orders in the register for when people came in or called to check. While a lot to remember it all seemed well planned out and easy to follow. When I asked about deliveries he explained we only did carry out with the exception of a very few VIP customers. Ant then went into a speech about great customer service and high quality being what we strived for! That we wanted to make our customers happy by any reasonable means. We didn’t take shit for Karen’s, but we also didn’t discount our customers feeling and experiences. The store was a success because of our good reputation and our loyal customers. His speech was very moving and inspiring. I assured him I would strive to meet those expectations. Which seemed to make him happy as his smile returned and we continued our opening work. As we went to open the front door I noticed we already had 5 pizza warmer bays with green lights, which meant they had orders that were ready. When we got back to the counter Ant put a small one side flyer with the menu on it beside the register for me to use instead of looking behind me at the wall menu. We pulled up the order log that confirmed we had five orders ready all for 11:10 am pickups. The bell over the door rang as a middle age man walked in. He was our first pick up. Ant walked me through the process and we had in out the door in minutes. But 2 more people were waiting behind him. For the next 2 hours it was almost nonstop. I was either greeting people and handing out pizzas and soda, or answering the phone to take orders (though most order seemed to come through online), or taking orders at the counter. I’d of never guessed how busy this place would be from how small it was. After the rush was over Ant and I cleaned up and straightened the counter area. Next he took me back with to the kitchen him while he covered Trevor’s break. Since we didn’t have an order he took me to the storage room to show me where to get restock for supplies. He also showed me the cooler in case I need to help get anything for the pizza tables. We then went back to the kitchen and I was put on pizza box assembly duty while he made pizza orders as they came in. I continued to assemble the boxes in between guests. Trevor was gone about 30 mins when he came back and took over the pizza line. In the lull I also helped Ant do prep (veggies, meats, cheese) for the line. Around 4 Ant sent me on a break with a couple slices from the pizza that he’d made for the three of us. The pizza was delicious! It was your normal run of the mill supreme pizza but the quality was so good! No wonder the place was so popular! I got my phone out and turned on the show I was watching and continued to watch my pizza. Hoping I was doing a good job so far. I hadn’t seen Buck since the interview. But I’d heard him helping Trevor during the rush. His office door was open and he was not there when I walked to the break room. He must of had an errand to run I guess. ——- Buck ————- I kept any eye on Jacob and Ant as they interacted and worked together through the lunch rush. As I helped Trevor using the second pizza station, I would snoop on them as they worked. Jacob seemed to be a natural. It only took a little instruction and encouragement from Ant and in no time he looked like he’d been doing it for years. He was very good at customer service as well. He handled 3 of our regular customers that could be demanding with ease. As we slowed down I told Trevor I was going to run today’s VIP delivery. He pretend pouted a little and tried to get me to let him do it while I covered the orders. I whispered in his ear that the new boy had me hard half the morning and I needed the relief. He laughed and just shook his head and handed me the large pepperoni pizza I needed for the order. I went out the back door and got in my truck. The drive to the delivery address was only 5 minutes. It was an 3 story apartment building. I walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door. The very little known fact that was only passed by word of mouth was that in addition to a hot quality pizza, if you were willing to tip well we’d deliver you your choice of pizza along with a toxic load in any hole you choose. We started this service about 6 months after I had knocked up Jayden. He knew several chasers in the area and knew they’d like the additional personal service and would be very grateful. It took a while to convince me (Ant was on board right away) to do it. We keep it very quiet though. Only trusted people could receive the service. Today I was meeting a hot former college jock that wanted knocked up. It was the third visit for him. The first two poz loads he took were Jayden’s and Trevor’s. Now he was going to get Daddy Scopion’s charged babies. We only took on a few VIP clients at a time and we keep them till they successfully joined the brotherhood or they decided to stop chasing. The jock opened the door in nothing but a red g-sting. His package was small but the rest of him was big. He still looked like he still wrestled and had a well defined body. He took the pizza from me with one hand while taking my hand in his other and led me to the living room. I closed the door behind us. His ass was big and macular. His tan skin rippled over his ass as he bent over to put the pizza on the coffee table. He showed me the rapid test he had just taken that showed him as neg. I promised that would change soon. We started to make out and rub our bodies together. His strong hands all over me. He had me undressed and stark naked in minutes. My 8 inch beer can thick dick was rock solid and dripping poz precum. He dropped to his knees and started to suck my leaky dick. He was decent but not great at giving head. I decided to picture it was sweet Jacob learning how to suck a real dick. I couldn’t imagine he’d sucked many. I took the jock by the back of the head and used my hands to train him how to suck a dick like I so badly wanted to train Jacob. The jock improved, though I would bet money our studious Jacob would have been a better and quicker learner. I decided I’d had enough of the jocks oral skills, or lack there of, and picked him up and moved him so his knees were on the sofa seat and his body leaned over the back of the sofa. I ate his hole for a few minutes. The whole time wishing it was Jacob’s sweet hole. I verified while I was eating his hole that the jock did have a slightly smaller than average sized dick. Maybe 3-3.5 inch fully hard. He had taken it out and was stroking as I ate his whole. That didn’t matter to me at all and people’s worth has nothing to do with cock size. But it’s always interesting when a big guy like that isn’t packing. I decided it was time to move to the main event. I grabbed the lube that was on the coffee table and squirted just enough on this hole. I fingered two digits into him. He was looser so not much hole play was needed to open him up. Plus I needed him a little tight so he’d tear and we’d get a successful pozzing today. I lined my leaky fat mushroom dick head up with his hole. As I shoved my fat raw poz dick into his neg hole I imagined opening sweet Jacob’s tight ass! I was hard as fuck pounding into that ass pretending it was the brown haired brown eyed boy that gave me wood all day. Using it and abusing it like a good scorpion daddy should for his boy. The jock was moaning and begging for my cum as I fucked him harder and harder. I saw red on my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I pounded the jock over the sofa for a good 20 minutes, really making sure to bruise and hopefully tare his insides. When I thrusted my final stroke I unloaded a huge load! All the built up horniness of the day flooding into the no long neg jocks hole. When I pulled out, there was pink cum on my dick and his hole was red and gapping. I took the butt plug he had on the table and stuffed it in his used blown out hole. We made out for a bit and I wished him luck. I told him to schedule another delivery if this didn’t take. But I was pretty sure it took. The jock had prepaid online for the VIP special, using a code we only give people after we approve them, but he also gave me a $100 tip in fives and tens as I went to leave. I drove home and took a shower and grabbed a bite to eat. After that I ran by the bank to make the deposit and then headed back to the shop. It was 4:30 by the time I got back. I went up front and told Ant to take a break. I put the jock’s tip in the tip jar on the counter. Jacob joined me up front having just come off his own break. We chatted for a bit about how his day had been so far. He seemed to have really enjoyed it. We were interrupted by one of our regulars, so I let Jacob do his job. Between that customer and the next in line, I told Jacob if he needed me I’d be in the back. He at first seemed nervous at being alone but then nodded with his quiet confidence. I went back to the kitchen and did a quick restock for the pizza stations. Then jumped in and started helping Trevor. The orders were coming in fast now and I didn’t want him to be over ran. The rush lasted till after 7:30, which was busier than normal considering it was a weekend night. I called Ant back and we had a quick conversation about Jacob. He gave me his seal of approval (he had the best instinct when it came to reading people than anyone I have ever meet). I told Ant to cover the counter and send Jacob back to the office. I assured Trevor I relieve him to go home soon. When Jacob joined me I offered him a full time spot, at least 40 hours a week with OT on any hours over that, $3 above minimum wage plus his share of the tips, and told him if he was with us after 90 days he’d qualify for PTO and medical insurance. He was ecstatic to say the least. He accepted almost before I even finished offering him the job. He thanked me repeatedly. It was cute to see him so excited. I took him to the storage room and got him a second shirt and promised to order more for him. We came out and I showed him the time clock (I had put him in the systems this afternoon) and had him punch out. Ant came up and handed him a handful of cash, his share of the cash tips for the day, and explained his share of the credit card tips would be on his check. Jacob looked at the money like it was the most money he’d ever had. It looked to be around $250, but that was average or slightly above for how busy we’d been. He’d also prob earn as much or more in credit card tips on his check for today. Our loyal customers were very generous. Jacob said goodbye to me and Ant and even went by and told Trevor good bye before he left the store and made his way home. Ant went back up front to help a customer that came in and I sent Trevor home after being sure he’s got his tip share from Ant. It was 11:30 before me and Ant left the shop. We had done all the prep again and got the shop back to perfect order. I’d be able to sleep in again tomorrow. I got home and stripped. Took a quick shower, and did all that bathroom business. Then collapsed naked in bed. It had been a good day. I had a feeling Jacob would be a great addition to the shop. I feel asleep and dreamed naughty dreams about the cute brown hair boy! ——————- This was a long chapter, lol. But I got going and couldn’t stop. I really hope you all enjoy his chapter. I appreciate all the feedback, likes, comments, and messages. Thank you all for your support!!

Hey guys...this is the first part of a short series I have written --------- Boybutt4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 1: “We won’t block you” The root of my obsession with older men, and my very own Grampa, started young. I was part of a typical small town boys club when I was younger. Like the scouts we would have weekly meetings and we had uniforms that we had to maintain and wear freshly laundered and ironed. We learned different skills to earn badges, learned basic life skills and hygiene like how to shower properly, how to start a campfire, set up a campsite with fire pit, latrine, tents, and orienteering. It was a club that gave young boys who had little male influence in their lives to be mentored in a healthy and productive way. For the first few years, my Grampa was the leader of our group. During that time, I had seen him naked when we all showered after a swim outing or during weekend trips to a rustic camp in the woods. Inexplicably my heart would race when I saw him lathered up with soap during our group showers. He wasn’t showing off. But I was entranced as his naked hairy body as it glistened with soap and he would bend over showing his meaty butt cheeks and hairy ass crack with the soap water cascading over his exquisite bum with his low hanging balls shifting back and forth. Other than those moments, he was just Grandpa in my mind and he never showed any favoritism toward me except for a couple of tender touches here or there when others were around. But sometimes on those camping weekends, me and the other boys would talk about how wide and girthy my Grampa’s cock was…we would whisper to each other in our dark tents at night sharing a flashlight as we rubbed our dicks inside our sleeping bags. Some boys said they had never seen a naked man and that they hoped their cocks would be as big one day so they could really tit fuck a big breasted woman or walk around with a big swinging dick. Those times formed me sexually and personally, and I always imagined my Grandpa as a mentor and father figure. I wanted to be a confident macho man just like him. Then one day, it was over and he was no longer the leader of our group and he moved far far away and my parents never brought him up. Folks said he had moved to California. Palm Springs. Being in a small town on Long Island, it seemed like a million miles away. I cried a lot because of this abrupt disconnection. I felt sad and abandoned. I had one photo of him and me. Me as tall as his waist stranding beside as we both saluted together in our uniforms. Fast forward some years, I only had dreams, sexual dreams, about the big dicked grandpa I lost contact with. At some point I learned about sites where I could create profiles looking for older men who kind of looked like him. Tall, gray haired, mustached, maybe not muscular but hung and kind and loving- that’s what I was looking for. So I started to create profiles on different sites in hope of finding my Grampa or men who looked like him. As I did, I learned about what men were into sexually. I learned about all kinds of weird acts like bukkake, cum dumping, rimming, drinking piss, even fisting and double penetration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had never been fucked, but as I watched more and more porn about men having anal sex, and seeing so many men have their asses filled with cum, sperm, semen, I began to crave that for myself. I thought it must be amazing to feel full of cum inside my butt. Those men all had an ecstatic look of joy on their cum drenched faces. I wanted to know what that felt like. I created a profile, a fantasy profile, on both tame and raunchy sites. I gave myself the handle “Boybutt4older” I had never been fucked but I uploaded pictures, many photos, of me showing off my butt with my soccer shorts pulled down, or with a jockstrap. I never showed my face. And I would caption the pictures like “Young hole for older cum”, “Virgin for mature hung cock” “Cum dump for old [banned word]”. Just taking those pics and adding those nasty captions made me feel so dirty and filthy and horny I constantly jacked off to the fantasy. Then on Sundays I would go to Our Lady Immaculate for the 9 am and 12 pm masses. I was a good altar boy. I loved acting and for those 3-4 hours I loved playing the role of the good servant of Christ knowing that I was a cock hungry virgin boy while carrying the Host and serving the priests. I learned about another site and it intrigued me. It was a site for men who didn’t use condoms when fucking. That sounded really hot to me. I knew it was dangerous but that intrigued me even more. With thousands of men around the world on that site, it had to mean that this was not uncommon or a bad thing to want. Not long after I created my profile on that bareback site I had a response from a couple. They were interracial. One called himself a lapsed Irish American Catholic and the other said he was Jamaican and they were a married couple who loved younger men and men who are looking to expand their horizons. The photos they shared didn’t show faces, but the photos depicted them kissing with their tongues licking each others lips. Hot! They hid their faces mostly. The Jamaican had a thick black mustache and the Irish American guy had a thick salt and pepper mustache too. Another photo showed them pulling on each other’s large and protruding nipples. Another photo showed the mustached Jamaican rimming the pale white hairy ginger ass of his lover while he sat below him - the white mounds of hairy butt meat squeezed through the toilet seat of a rim chair and the Jamaican’s face had disappeared deep inside it. WOW! Another photo showed the Irish American partner spraying cum onto the Jamaican’s puffy and wet asshole. That made me shoot my young sperm above my head. So, I sent them a message letting them know they had made a young guy cum really hard. “Nice,” was the reply. “Felt good spraying my poz seed on my slut husband’s asshole before I pushed my cum back inside him.” That really shocked me. Then I looked at their profile again and, yep, they said they were “ Poz Daddies”. I Googled the term and it meant they were “HIV positive”. Holy fuck. I shot my fucking load to that? They sent me a one-word message. “So?” I didn’t want to be rude so I replied. “I’m sorry. I am young and I do not have HIV. You guys are hot. Thanks for the jerk off material.” Anyway, I was on the other side of the country and was safe from ever having to meet them in person. They replied: “We’re glad it helped you get off. By the way, being poz means we have the best sex ever. No inhibitions. No regrets.” I thought about it, and of course, they are partners, married, whatever, they can share that with each other. It’s their choice. I responded. “That’s great you can share that with each other. I am happy for you.” They responded. “We share it with others too, if they want to experience the best sex of their lives.” With that message they attached a video. It was the Jamaican man, speaking with a very charming and sultry voice. His mustache was sliding up and down the pale hairy ass of his partner and making appreciative moans and grunts. But what I heard him say next really shocked me. “Husband, how many loads did you get in you tonight?” His voice was like honey to my ears…so smooth and masculine and like a song, it defied the raunchy words he was saying. The other man responded. “7 loads. 7 nasty loads of poz cum. Move back, I’m going to spray that holy seed back out. I can’t hold them in.” The mustached black man moved back only slightly and then all I heard was moans and grunts as the white man’s asshole farted out the poz cum. First, one or two squirts hit the chin of the black man, whose long tongue tried to lap them up, but then, as his mouth was open, more thick and watery poz seed sprayed out, some right into his mouth. Holy fuck! A few more loud and lewd fart noises and then some more sprayed onto the thick black mustache or up his nostrils. Oh man, this was so gross, but I couldn’t look away and then I couldn’t ignore my own cock hard and leaking… and in my mind I was encouraging the black man to drink it down as it sprayed like milk into his mouth and he laughed and said, “Oh, give me that nasty nut milk, baby…give me it all.” And then, an amazing thing happened. The Jamaican man turned to the camera, his stache dripping with poz cum and his husband’s scummy butt juices and he said “BoyButt4older, you could be enjoying this too with us”. He licked his lips and I heard him slurping up the toxic slop before he dove face first into the mature white man’s whored out fuckhole. Him calling me out personally was a psychological mind fuck and ecstatic experience all at once. I shot ropes of my young sperm and semen while crying “No, no, no” knowing that I had been aroused beyond measure in watching two older slutty HIV cum pigs relishing in sharing multiple poz cum loads sprayed from a cumwhore asshole into a hungry jizz pig mouth. This was so depraved and revolting. I slammed my laptop shut and I actually became angry at these anonymous poz mature men for turning me on to their sick, toxic, dangerous and depraved sexual behavior. The next morning, I sent them a message. “You guys are sick. Why show that to me? Why did you call me out in your video?” The reply was not what I expected. I was raging and meant to shame them. I wanted to judge them for their sexual desires and acts. They wrote: “We want you with us. Imagine us three together, embracing and snowballing those thick creamy poz loads that are in my mouth and we share them in a kiss.” Huh, interesting. Instead of replying rudely or blocking me, they replied in a friendly, almost loving manner. Not only that, they sent a picture of them kissing with long, scummy strings of saliva, which I assume was poz cum, between them. Their perversion, their shameless nastiness and sleaziness combined, made me so full of lust. I had been consuming so much porn that was so fake and repetitive, this was so different and powerful to me. This felt real. I ignored the throbbing of my own cock and the excitement I was feeling. I replied: “Guys, I am a young and healthy 20 year old. I have a great body, a good future ahead of me. What makes you think I am interested in your poz cum fetish? I don’t want AIDS.” The reply was very confusing. “All seed is sacred, son. Poz cum is blessed because of the commitment to loving cock that it symbolizes. In your profile you say you “Love cock”. Do you really “love cock” if you can’t accept poz cum as part of loving cock? If not, you won’t be getting much cock. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Anyway, your butt is so beautiful. We’d love to share cum with you, when you are ready.” Then they attached another photo. This one was really over the top: the white guy had a huge string of cum linking the wide pisshole of his thick penis to the floppy fat foreskin of the hung Jamaican and they added a caption “Buttboy4older, cum and taste us. This is another way our poz cocks kiss and make love to each other.” Again, they were being pleasant and kind with me whereas I was pretending to be grossed out while all I wanted was to be the one licking up their cum, poz or not, from those fat and sleazy Grampa cocks. And also, I thought about how much they must love each other to share those photos. How great it must be to not give a fuck and to show how you really are. That alone made me horny. But still, I couldn’t pretend I was fully on board. “I’m sorry. You can block me. But I’m not ready for this. Anyway, I’m on Long Island and you are in California. You both have incredible cocks and are super sexy…and I am turned on, somehow, despite myself. I’m still a Catholic and involved with my church. I’m sure I’m not your type after all. You can block me, if you want. I understand.” The reply was simple. “We won’t block you. We won’t ghost you. You have to find your own way on the Phallic Path. Peace and Love and may Cock bless you. We are here when you want to talk, or meet.” Phallic path? Huh? Did they mean a path to being poz or becoming more open and sexual, or both? Another mindfuck. The last photo they sent to me was of their hairy senior citizen genitals grinding against each other. The skinny pale ginger Irish American, his uncut stubby and fat penis meat with it’s silver and ginger pubes and hairy dangling balls pressed against the Jamaican’s much longer and thicker hairy sausage and nuts pressed together with the caption “In Cock We Trust” and the caption “Raw is Law. Bareback Only.” I had to search online for “Raw is Law” and “Bareback Only”. I had never heard those terms. But then, I learned about them quickly with a few clicks to shady pages and porn videos. Although I liked the idea of condomless fucking, it confirmed my suspicions. My cock thickened at the idea of not ever using condoms and only have a bare and unprotected cock inside me. But these men felt it necessary to add this as a caption to their photo to me. Why and why me?? I guessed that being married like them meant you don’t need to wear condoms with your spouse or partner. That made sense. It also excited me to think that maybe one day I could go “raw” and have my special man penetrate me and leave his sperm inside me. I got me hard to think that these two older men still fucked and shot their loads into each other. Very hot. And that they were interracial triggered me even more. I admired them for crossing so many boundaries and living their lives together fully and openly. I made a point of saving their photos on my phone and downloading them to my laptop. I’m glad I did. Because the next day, my father kicked me out of the house when he confronted me for being gay. Turns out, one of my Dad’s employees whom I recognized at a gloryhole booth in Queens started insinuating to him and his staff that his son (me) was a faggot. When my Dad confronted me on the phone, I didn’t deny it. He had a bad temper and mom had left him years ago. He had been a terrible and abusive father, so I had had enough. “Yep, I’m gay. And I hate you.” I shouted when he called me and confronted me with his coworker’s suspicion. After I hung up on him, I texted him: “By the way, your coworker Barry has a small uncut dick with a big dark mole on his knob. Here’s a photo of his cock about to go into my mouth. And look closely and you will see his cheap wedding band holding his unimpressive dick to my lips. Ask him about that!” I had sort of planned this scene of me leaving before and I had a backpack ready to go. I was out of the house before he could get home and had cash enough stashed away to help me for a few months. I was going west to find my Grampa whom I hadn’t seen in years. Rumor was that he was gay and my Dad disowned him, even though tit was his own father. Knowing that we shared being gay had filled my head with “what ifs” for years. I was sure he would welcome me.

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

I just hooked up with a 10 inch BBC and he fucked me hard and deep. Found out he was poz after he put a second load inside of me lol. We're getting together again soon.

On my way home from work last night had to stop off to fuel up. Garage was empty other than a lad inside for payments who was totally engrossed on his phone. suddenly this big old merc pulled up beside me and a guy of about 70 got out said hi and started to fuel up. He started to chat just passing the time I guess. He was hot so I slowed down on filling up. Thought if nothing else I can have a chat. we both needed to pay at the same time so walked across to the shop bit and as we went in he offered for me to go first and guided my by placing his hand on my ass. i didn’t say anything and he left it there longer than a person normally would we paid and left and as we walked out he did the same again placing his hand on my ass to guide me out. Once outside he said “you will probably say no but I know this lay-by down the road if your happy to follow me, I really like ur ass and would like to see more of it” there was no way I was going to refuse. once at the lay-by he started to kiss me his tongue probing deep in my mouth his hands were all over me. He undid my trousers and his hands started to caress my ass his fingers probing my hole Hot as I thought he mumbled as he turned me round and his fantastic tongue went to my ass. It pushed deep inside as he pulled my cheeks apart bending me over the large bonnet of his car 15 minutes of rimming later, with me completely melted onto his bonnet he pulled his mouth away, I could feel the cold air on my ring but not to be disappointed I felt his cock start to push. “I hope u can take it all” he said “it is big and not many can”. Boy he was not wrong as slowly he pushed it in. I took it but it stretched me in every direction. once he was in the gentle gent disappeared and he became a bold beast fucking hard and urgent like he hadn’t done it for a long time. He lasted about 5 minutes before I could feel him flood my guts he collapsed on me still in me and amazingly he stayed hard. “I need to go again” he said. This time slower and more gentle as I could feel his cock grow with each pump it don’t take long before he exploded again. This time he pulled out with a pop, I suddenly felt empty he stuffed some tissues in my crack saying don’t want you leaking! it was then I caught sight of his beer can sized cock. He popped it away saying it had been his lucky night.. I thought mine too! Wonder if I will get to see him again

Chapter 1 - Jacob I had no clue how I got to this point in my life. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I was going to go to college on a swimming scholarship but then my accident happened and that was the end of me competitively swimming. It was also the end of my chance at college. Mom and Ralph, my stepdad, told me they had no money to spare for my college. When I applied for grants I learned they made too much for me to get financial aid. I didn’t want a bunch of loans, especially considering I had been barely smart enough to graduate high school. Then a few weeks ago. Ralph came in my room after he got off work one night and told me him and my mom had been talking and thought I wasn’t pulling my weight. He said that I was just busy playing video games and jerking off all day. I tried to argue that wasn’t true. I pointed out all the work I did around the house. I wanted to point out (but didn’t) that I am the only one that cleans in the house. Mom works two jobs so her lack of help is understandable (she doesn’t have time to do anything but their laundry). Ralph on the other hand has a low paying job working 30 hours a week as a rent a cop at a local mall. He could help clean but appeared allergic to it. I’d never seen him clean a single thing. Again, knowing better I didn’t mention that either. I also pointed out that I had been trying to find a job since before I graduated. But I didn’t have a car and Ralph said I couldn’t use theirs. So even though we live in a decent sized city the area I could apply was limited. The city was spread out and didn’t have much in the way of public transportation. The only public transit, the bus system, was a joke and not reliable. Any job I got had to be close enough that I could walk or ride my bike to it. Ralph responded that I didn’t do that much around the house and those were my chores so it didn’t count. He then told me I obviously wasn’t looking hard enough for a job, which was funny coming for a guy that only got his current job (after being fired from his last) because the rent an cop company he worked for was owned by his brother. Again something that was on the tip of my tongue but I had learned not to say as I did not want to go on punishment. Our conversation ended when he gave me an ultimatum. I get a job and start paying rent and my portion of the cell phone bill every month or I had to move out. He gave me till Labor Day to find a job. I was running out of time, with a little over a week left, when I was walking home from a long day of job hunting. I had been going online to find and apply for jobs but with no luck I had became desperate. So, a few days ago I’d decided to beat the street like the old times trying to find any lead. I had been looking since 8 am and was exhausted and grimy. I accidentally turned down the wrong block and came across a small red brick building with one big window and a glass door. “Scorpion Pizza” was scrawled big across the glass window in window paint. In the bottom right hand corner of the window was a help wanted sign. I had never heard of the place before. It was on the far edge of what would be practicable and possible for me to get to daily (I’d definitely have to bike). The building was small but it looked well taken care of and clean. The neighborhood was not the best (but also not the worst). I walked in the door and a bell over it dinged. I was in a small waiting area. The space was big enough for maybe 5-6 people to stand. The wall in front that cut the rest of the restaurant off was solid but for a cut out box window were their was a counter with a register on it and to the left of the counter was a door. There were various flyers and posters and stuff all over the walls. The only furniture was two chairs against the right side wall. It was obviously a carry out only place. I just hoped they were not looking for delivery drivers and that they need counter or kitchen help. A man that looked to be in his mid 30s walked up to the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the pizza shops logo, a re and black scorpion, on his left chest and a baseball hat with the logo of the closest Major League Baseball team. He was a bit over 6’0 tall and had beautiful green eyes with a killer smile. His teeth were white and just slightly crooked. Above them he had a black 70s porn mustache. The hair on his head, what I could see of it, and arms had the same black hair. He was in good shape but not a gym rat guy. “Hey there kid, how are you doing? Are you here for a pickup?” He asked with a very mild southern draw. He had a very sexy deep baritone voice. “Ummmm, no.” I said like a doofus. “No, sir. My name is Jacob and I saw the help wanted sign in the window and was hoping I could talk to someone about applying.” I corrected myself and probably blushed from embarrassment. “Well it’s nice to meet you Jacob, my name is Buck.” He said with a bright smile as he reached across the counter to shake my hand. He had a firm grip. His hands were rough and strong. “I am the owner, so you got the right person. We have a guy that just graduated college who got a job in his field. We’re going to miss him, but we are happy for him too. We are a big family around here. Sure we bullshit and tease but we care for each other and always help each other out. So we are looking to hire for that spot.” Buck explained with a sad look in his eyes. ”This sounds that a great place to work. But I want to be upfront, I don’t have a car so I hope the spot is not for a delivery driver.” I said wanting to get that out of the way before I got my hopes up to high. “No, we are looking for a sort of shop boy. Someone to help where he is needed and learn all the stations. Then when we know what he is best at we will put him there” Buck said his eyes back to normal and his smile shinning again. “That sounds perfect sir! I never had real job before, but I am a hard worker and willing to help others. I’d love to learn and prove myself.” I replied hopefully. That brought a real drop dead gorgeous smile to Buck face. He reached under the counter and pulled out a packet of papers. “Well how about this kid, you take this application home tonight and fill it out. Then bring it back tomorrow morning at 9:30. I will interview you then.” He said then added, “One more thing though. You are 18, right? We only hire 18+ here.” He said with some steel in his question. “Yes, sir I turned 18 in January. I will be 19 in a few months. Thank you for the opportunity to interview!” I said as I took the application from him. “No problem kid. Be sure bring your license or ID and your social security card with you tomorrow just in case we hire you. If we do, you’d be asked to stay and work the lunch shift and maybe the dinner shift.” Buck told me. “Of course sir. I will bring both.” I confirmed with him. “Great. I got to get back yonder and help setup for the dinner rush. I will see you tomorrow kid.” He said as he shook my hand goodbye. He was gone, walking back into the kitchen, before I could reply. I exited the building as slowly as I could. I waited till I was past the window in the front and jumped for joy. After months and what felt like millions of applications I finally got an interview. Plus it really felt like Buck was interested in me. Not sexually, that be a dream but he was way out of my league. But definitely he seemed open to hiring me. I thought about him as I walked home, which was about a 30 minute walk. As a side note, I’d definitely be riding my bike to work if I got the job. I know I am bi. But to my horror I graduated a virgin and still am. Only thing I had done so far was kissing with a guy and under the clothes rubbing and making out with a girl. Buck was my dream guy! Me being 5’11, still in decent shape from swimming, but I was nothing special. I lost my abs and some of my muscle definition since the accident. I started swimming again after I recovered and worked out when I could but since graduating I’d lost my access to pool and workout equipment. I didn’t have any money for a gym/pool membership any where so I did what I could. I have sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. I have white straight teeth and a nice butt with a good amount of meat. I had nothing close to the big bubble butt guys seemed to like. I had a decent sized 7 inch dick that was average thickness, not that Buck or anyone else wanted to see it. Plus he was probably straight. Again, so out of my league. I couldn’t let my crush on my potential straight boss get in my way. I needed to put him in my spank bank like all the other hot guys I’d meet that were out of my league. I needed this job and wouldn’t let my hormones mess with that. The job was possibly the only thing that would keep me from being homeless. When I got home it was empty like it almost always was. A quick Look at the job schedules on the fridge told me mom was working her evening shift tonight. Ralph would be off work in an hour so he’d be home soon. That is if he didn’t go to the bar like he normally does when mom works evenings. I made a quick dinner and ate mine at the table alone. Then I put Ralph’s plate in the microwave and mom’s in the fridge for when they got home. I cleaned up and did the dishes. I went to my room and took a shower. After I got out of the shower I stood with my towel around my waist and looked through my clothes to see what I was going to wear tomorrow. I picked out my best pair of pants and the only nice shirt I had, a polo. Mom never had money for many clothes for me, let alone expensive dress clothes. I wish she would have told that to the financial aid people at the college. I mean if she can’t afford clothes for me, then how is she supposed to pay for my college? They really think I didn’t need grants? But that is in the past and I refuse to dwell on it. I put the clothes on my dresser and pulled on sleep pants and a tank top. I climbed into bed and got comfortable. It be a few hours before I’d fall asleep so I got on my steaming app , the only “extra” thing mom would agree to pay for, and bed rotted till I feel asleep. I woke up early and was super hard. The pinkish purple head of my dick was sticking out of the fly of my pants. I had had several hot dreams about Buck. I reached and pulled the rest of my 7 inch rock hard dick out of my fly and started to stroke it. I pictured Buck standing over me. His big dick dripping precum on my face as he smacked me with his dick. Him calling me telling how sexy I was as I licked the head of his cock. I spit in my hand then too give myself more lubricant. I continued to play out the scene in my head. Buck face fucking me as I gaged on his big fat cock. Him eating my virgin hole and using his big strong fingers to open me up. His dick head pushing on my tight hole as he starts to open me. The feel of his cock head popping into my hole and taking my cherry. Then him fucking me deep till he flooded my ass with his cum. All the time praising me. Calling me sexy and pretty and complimenting my body and hole. I shoot an huge load, exploding all over myself. Cumming more than I had in a long time. By then I had to get up and rush my morning routine so I wouldn’t be late. after I got out of the bathroom I got dressed and put on my nicest pair of shoes. I grabbed my social security card from my file of important documents my mom gave me at 16 (telling me they were now my responsibility and if I lost them it was on me). I put it in my wallet next to my license. I hurried out the front door. Mom was gone already and I would bet Ralph was asleep still. I got to my bike and made sure the chain and lock were on it. I took off and headed toward the pizza shop. It was a nice day and I didn’t get too sweaty on the ride to the shop thankfully. I parked my bike right by the shop at a bike rack and locked it up. I walked up to the shop’s front door at 9:15. The door was locked with the resultant hours listed in the door saying it didn’t open till 11. I was just about to knock when I felt a hand on my lower back. I jumped and went to move around but Buck kept his hand in place and smiled his beautiful smile at me when I turned my head and looked at him. “Good morning Jacob. You are early. I like that, shows you are eager.” He said with his deep soothing voice. “Yea sir, I made sure I wasn’t going late. I am very reliable!” I replied hoping to impress him more. “That’s a good quality. Well let me unlock the door and we can go in for the interview.” He said and then opened the door. I followed him in and he shut and locked the door behind us. He led me through the now open door of the vestibule onto a hall way. A few feet from the door the hall opened up. To one side was the kitchen. The counter area was on the other side of the wall in front of the kitchen. Warming shelves separated the kitchen from the counter area. The other side of the building had a long wall running the length of the store with 4 doors. Buck pointed out the first door as a small bathroom. The second door he showed me was a small break room. The third door was to a Buck’s small office with a desk, computer, and two chairs, one in each side. The cooler doors were opposite of Bucks office. Further down the wall was another door (which I later learned was the dry storage), then a set of stairs to the basement, finally ending at an exit door. There were no windows in the back of the shop. We went into Bucks office and sat down. He had an open case of water with about half of the bottles left on his desk. He gave me one then took one for himself. I was excited, anxious, a little horny, and a lot of nervous. So much was riding on this interview. I had a feeling deep in my gut that getting a job here, working for Buck, would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine! ———————- Hello again all. This chapter was a long set up again. I can’t seem to help that, haha. But don’t worry the next chapter will have some good sex in it. Hope you all enjoy this start and will enjoy the rest of the store as it develops. Thanks!

Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

Ken was a nervous mess. He walked into this bar that he had never even knew existed 24 hours ago. Ken is a 25-yr old Caucasian man standing 5’9” with brown hair and blue eyes with average build. He was quite aware he wasn’t winning any contests but he was pleasant to look at. Ken was on the prowl tonight. He had heard from this guy at work that this club helped men get a dumb bitch high so they could fuck all night long. At first, he was shocked as this information and slightly appalled. He didn’t stay that way though. The next day he was asking his co-worker the information. He had thought the man was doing him a solid, after-all, Ken hadn’t been laid in a long while. He wasn’t above paying a little for it. He was shocked a little that the co-worker confided in him so easily since they didn’t particularly like each other. In fact, they had been feuding for quite a while. Ken just brushed it off as a bro helping out a fellow bro. Ken had followed his instructions as laid out. He showed up at the end of the night when it would be darker and they would be playing the loudest music. Ken walked up to the bar at the far side of the establishment. He found the only bartender wearing a silver shirt, just like he was hold he would be. Ken flagged the bartender down and ordered a rum and coke for himself and a “party girl” for the lovely blonde woman he was pointing out. Ken slipped him the proper amount for the bribe and the bartender gave Ken a wink. The bartender proceeded to make a mixed drink with some liquid added to it. The bartender flagged another employee and had the drink delivered to the woman dancing in front of Ken. Ken was too preoccupied to notice that the bartender made his weak rum and coke with a dose of G mixed in. Last call came up and Ken waited eagerly for the woman to show sign of incapacitation but to no avail. She left with her friends and Ken was stuck at the bar alone. Ken was upset that he had even tried to follow through with drugging a woman. At the very least, he was upset that he never made a move. When the bartender was pushing the last customer out the bar, he locked up and made his way back to the bar where Ken was nursing his second drink. The bartender introduced himself as Julian. Ken finally got a proper look at Julian. He was a 5’11” black man with a swimmer’s build. Ken stared at the silver shirt reflecting the little light there was in the room. Julian said he felt bad that Ken didn’t come up but he doesn’t give refunds. Ken got to his feet, feeling defeated. He was just about to start for the door when Julian invited him to stay and chill a bit. He said no refunds but that he would at least let him hit a bowl before he left. Ken was feeling really good and accepted his consolation prize following the black man to a side office. The went through a different door out of the office into what looked like a dimly lit bedroom. Ken thought bedroom because of the bed visible when he first walked in. There was some sort of thing that hung from the ceiling that he had never seen before. To his slight right there was a couch and big screen tv playing some sort of B movie (the kind that had tits in almost every scene). And finally, there was a nice-looking bathroom to the very right. Ken turned his attention to the couch where he saw another black man sitting down. He was wearing a white tank and pants. It took a minute but Ken recognized him as the bouncer in the club. The bouncer was just as tall as Julian, if not taller. Not that he could really tell with him sitting down. He had a muscular football player physique that looked really good in the tank. Julian told Ken to sit down next to his new friend Dee while he made everyone a drink. Ken sat down next the big guy. He attempted to make small talk with Dee but only received one-word answers as response. Julian was busy at the minibar he had set up next to the bed. He opened a mini fridge and pulled out 2 beers. He started making a weak rum and coke and opened a box with a collection of pills and powders. He mixed in a crushed Cialis, crushed ecstasy, and a small shard of Tina. He stirred until everything dissolved. Julian came back to the 2 men with drinks in hand. He sat on the other side of Ken. They made small talk for a while until Ken had finished his drink. Once that drink was empty, Julian pulled out a packed pipe from his pocket. He pulls out a lighter and takes a hit. He blows it out right in Ken’s face. Ken is taken back by cloud in his face. He would normally be upset at such a move, but he was feeling really good right now and was chill as can be. Ken opens his mouth to say that he thought Julian was gonna bring out some weed. He received a head nod indicating negative. Julian spouts that cool, this stuff is even better than weed. Makes you feel really good. Ken was down to try the mystery substance. Julian places the pipe up to Ken’s mouth and lights it for him. Ken takes his first hit of Tina and blows out a small cloud. Oh, come on, you can do better than that exclaimed Julian. He was told to breath in slower this time. The second flick of the lighter and Ken filled his lungs with the crystal and blew out a large cloud. Julian says perfect and Dee echoes the comment. Dee says that he loves watching a boy take his first hit of T. They insisted that Ken continue to finish off the bowl. Ken was happy to oblige. When Ken finally handed the empty pipe over to Julian, Julian pulled out a baggie with considerable amount of crystals in it. He finds a decent sized shard and refilled. He takes a hit to melt the bowl and then passes it to Dee. Dee takes 2 hits and passes it to Ken. The greedy little piggy starts hit after hit, taking 4 in total. He hands it back to Dee. Dee smiles and says it’s gonna be a good night. That’s when Dee drops the bombshell. He tells the guys that he is expecting a nice snow bunny to be showing up any time now. Ken’s smile faded as the thought he was going to have to head home now. Then Dee follows up with oh she is definitely down to fuck and that his boys can join him in the fun. Ken smiles and is overcome with delight that he would be fucking tonight afterall. Which is good because he felt his dick start to act up in his pants. Julian says he is gonna be the first to shower quickly and that they can shower right after him. Julian walks over to the bathroom and strips naked. He turns around and makes eye contact with Ken. The naked man says he will be right back and go ahead and keep smoking without him. Dee picks up the pipe and takes a huge hit blowing it down on Ken. He hands over the pipe to the white boy. No sooner does he take a second hit when Julian taps him on the shoulder and tells him that it’s his turn to jump in. Ken gets up and without thinking walks up to the bathroom. He does as he is told and strips naked and jumps in the shower. Ken just stands there letting the water hit his skin. The ecstasy is starting to kick in and Ken is just loving the feeling of the water hit his skin. He has no idea how long he is in the shower but he feels a hand on his shoulder and something smooth on his ass. Ken turns around and it’s Dee right behind him. He is so close to Ken that he takes in a big breath of air and that moved him forward enough that their dicks touch. Ken just looks down at his pink dick next to the soft black snake. Dee says it’s his turn that Ken needs to dry off and go sit on the couch. The fucked up snow bunny was on her way and almost here. Ken left the shower, picked up a towel and dried himself off. He looked on the floor for his clothes but couldn’t find them. He walks out to find Julian naked, bending over the couch. He stands up and acts like he was caught up with something. Ken forgot about his clothes and asked what he was doing. Julian said he wanted to get really flying for the fucking so he decided to give himself a booty bump. Julian turns to Ken and asks do you wanna get really high? The fuck will be amazing. Ken takes a moment to think about this new information. Julian waists no time. He goes and touches Ken’s chest with his palm and flicks his nipple. These actions send tingles through Ken’s body. He says yes, oh gawd yes. Ken’s towel drops and his 6-inch dick is sticking straight up. Julian lowers his hand to grazes the tip of Ken’s dick. Julian positions Ken over the side of the couch and pulls up one of his knees to rest on the armrest. This left his hole nice and exposed. Ken comes up behind Ken with some supplies. Julian squirts some T lube on his finger and pushes a bit into Ken’s virgin hole. The finger is slipped out and relubed. The finger returns to the tight hole. Then Julian adds a second finger. A moan escapes Ken’s mouth. Julian pulls his fingers out. He grabs the bag of tina and pulls out 2 large shards and pushes them into the virgin hole. Ken shouts that it burns but is waved off by Julian who says it will feel good in a minute. Julian adds a third finger and holds them there until the shards dissolve fully. Julian pulls the fingers out right as Dee walks out naked. Julian turns Ken around and pushes him down to his knees. Dee yells out great the fucked up snow bunny has just arrived. Let’s fuck the shit out of her. Ken gets down to his knees and Julian is rubbing he dick head on his lips. Dee gets down to Ken’s level and starts rubbing him down. First his chest, then his nipple, his thigh, and then the back of the head. With every touch, his mouth opened up wider and soon he had Julian's 9-inch dick halfway in his throat. Dee stood up and pushed Julian’s dick away with his own 9.5-inch dick. He pushed almost the entire length into the young man’s throat. The two men are laughing it up, staring down at their prize of the night.

I definitely have a weakness for BBC will do anything they want anywhere especially love when others see me serving

2 Marked by the Sting The air in the nest was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and unbridled lust. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the biohazard tattoos that adorned the bodies of the Skullface Scorpions. Their scorpion insignias, dark and menacing, seemed to pulse with life, Dressed in nothing but a tight harness and a jockstrap, his pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, his body already buzzing from the booty bump he’d taken earlier. The drugs had kicked in, heightening his senses, making every touch, every sound, every breath feel electric. The nest was a chaotic symphony of moans, whispers, and the occasional slap of skin on skin. The Scorpions circled him like predators, their eyes hungry, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Each man was a vision of raw, unfiltered desire, their bodies marked with the symbols of their brotherhood. Riley’s cousin, his sponsor into this world, smirked as he stepped forward, his hand resting heavily on Riley’s shoulder. “Ready to join the brotherhood , boy?” he whispered, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. His voice was low, laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, of transformation and surrender. Riley nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He’d known what he was getting into, but standing here, surrounded by these men, he felt both terrified and exhilarated. This was it—the moment he’d been both dreading and craving. His cousin’s smirk widened, and he gave Riley’s shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping back, leaving him exposed to the nest. The Scorpions closed in, their presence overwhelming. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scorpion tattoo crawling up his neck, stepped forward. His eyes locked onto Riley’s, and he reached out, gripping Riley’s hip with a firm hand. “You’re gonna be one of us, boy,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Gonna take the bug, spread our seed.” His words sent a shiver down Riley’s spine, a mix of dread and arousal coiling in his gut Before Riley could respond, another Scorpion pushed forward, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He grabbed Riley’s harness, pulling him closer, and without warning, pushed him to his knees. Riley gasped as the man’s thick cock pressed against his lips, the salty taste of pre-cum teasing his tongue. “Suck it, pig,” the man ordered, his hand tangling in Riley’s fiery hair. Riley obeyed, opening his mouth wide and taking the man’s cock deep, his throat constricting as he gagged. The man groaned, thrusting his hips forward, fucking Riley’s mouth with abandon. The nest erupted into a frenzy of movement and sound. Hands grabbed at Riley, pulling him to his feet, pushing him onto his back on a nearby bench. The harness was tugged tighter, the jockstrap ripped away, leaving him completely exposed. The first Scorpion stepped forward, his cock throbbing, and without hesitation, he lined up with Riley’s hole and thrust in, burying himself to the hilt. Riley cried out, his body arching as the man began to pound into him, his hands gripping Riley’s hips with bruising force. “You’re ours now,” the man hissed, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. “A poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion.” His words were a mantra, repeated by the others as they took turns, their cocks relentless, their hands roaming over Riley’s body. They gripped his perky breasts, tweezing his nipples, their fingers leaving red marks on his pale skin. They whispered filthy promises, their voices a chorus of depravity, as they fucked him deeper and harder with each thrust. Riley moaned, his body trembling, his hole stretching to accommodate their cocks. The drugs in his system amplified every sensation, every touch, every thrust feeling like it went straight to his core. His mouth was wet and open, begging for more, as they fed him their cum, their seed mixing with the Tina and G already coursing through his veins. The room spun, the clouds of poppers enveloping him, and Riley felt himself slipping further into their world. One by one, they took their turns, passing him around like a prize. Each man left his mark on Riley, their cocks branding him, their cum filling him. His body was a canvas for their desires, his hole a gateway to their brotherhood. Riley’s moans grew louder, his voice hoarse as he begged for more, his body craving the pleasure and pain they inflicted. As the last Scorpion pulled out, Riley collapsed onto the bench, his body slick with sweat and cum. His ass twitched, still adjusting to the relentless fucking, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of their load. The nest surrounded him, their hands reaching out, branding him with their mark—a scorpion insignia pressed into his skin with a heated iron. The pain was sharp, searing, but Riley barely flinched, his mind too clouded with pleasure and drugs to care. “Welcome to the clouds, brother,” his cousin said, his voice filled with pride. Riley looked up, his eyes glassy, his body still trembling. He was theirs now, a new Scorpion, ready to spread their seed. On his knees, he bowed his head, his ass still twitching, his mouth filled with their cum. The nest cheered, their voices a triumphant roar, as Riley’s transformation was complete. He was no longer just Riley—he was one of them, a poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion. And as the drugs and cum mixed in his system, he knew there was no going back.

Part 4 Well, this was bad. Or maybe good? No, bad. Very bad. My stomach was already doing little flips as I tried to process the words. I glanced down at the ground, but my eyes lingered on his cock again. Did it twitch? "Eyes up here buddy. What are you drinking?" "Uhhhh... shot of Jameson and a Budweiser." I was gonna need some booze for this. "Good boy." He turned back to the bartender and placed the order while I felt the heat rush to my face. He came back in what felt like a second, two bottles in hand, two shots in the other. "Let's head to a table." He didn't break his stride, continuing past me while I failed to get even a "thanks" out. I followed him like a puppy to the darker side of the bar, where he put the drinks on a small table in the corner, took off his hoodie, sat in the booth, patted the spot next to him, and put his arm up top. I managed to steel myself for a second, told him thanks, and sat down next to him, leaving a little gap between us aaaaaaaaand why does he smell so fucking good. Yeah, we're back to bad. This is bad. Deer in headlights. He wasn't soapy, wasn't ripe. There was just a hint of musk coming under his arm that made me get half hard in the blink of an eye. He picked up a shot and raised it towards me. “To strangers." We clinked glasses, knocked back our whiskeys, and took a swig from the bottles. I felt his leg against mine as he started talking. "So. Made it out. First time meeting a guy like me. How are you feeling?" I blurted out “nervous” before I could stop myself. "Aw. Shy boy." He rubbed my shoulder and continued. "We're not so different, you and I. Both of us know what we want, I just get what I want too." He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed, casually but firmly. I took a drink of my beer, put it down and got my voice back a bit. "You know I get ass too. I usually buy the drinks and spread my leg til it touches theirs." "And how does the other side feel, big guy?" It felt good. "Good. Different." He flashed a little bit of a grin. "Good is good. Different is good. I don't mind being what different if it's what I am. I fought it off for a while, but something changed in me, and I didn't care any more. I wanted what I wanted." He slipped his fingertips just under the leg of my shorts. I tried not to get distracted as I felt him start to rub higher up my thigh, but I missed a bit before snapping back in focus. “-feeling a guy squirm when you grind your cock against his hole and and squeeze you when you thrust in deep, nothing between you. Best fucking feeling." I picked up my beer again, took a sip and got out a "yeah" and looked away as I felt his hand climb up my thigh a bit further. "You know, you're even cuter than I expected, boy. I was pretty sure you'd get too afraid and skip out on me, but maybe you're hungrier than I realized." He smiled and used his left hand to casually grab his very hard cock and adjust it before leaving his hand in his lap. Fuck. I looked at his eyes and recognized a hunger of his own. He chuckled and adjusted again, just enough to let the thick tip of his cock peek out of the bottom of his shorts. I couldn't keep it in this time. "Fuck." "That comes later boy. We have to fall in love first." He made his cock throb hard enough that I could see his shorts move. "You're here now, you've got a real breeder with you, what do you want to know?" I caught another sniff of his pit. My brain was fuzzy, the booze was starting to loosen me up and the words started coming. "So you always fuck raw?" "Every time. Haven't played safe in years." “Everyone takes you bare?" "Most people these days don't even ask, they just push back. I don't mind a challenge though. Keeps me sharp." "You don't only fuck guys off BBRT?" "Nah. I use it some, but I find hole everywhere. Grindr, bars, Sniffies, hiking. I'm always on the hunt. And teaching those safe only boys how a real man fucks is a good time." He took another swig from his beer, rubbed his cock through his shorts for a second. “You know you can touch it, right?" I reached over without saying a word, put my hand in his lap, and traced a thick vein on the top of his cock before reaching under his shorts and feeling it in my hand. He was thick, and a bit of precum stuck to my palm as I felt the warmth in my hand. He leaned in a little bit closer and kept going. "The condom boys are the most fun. Fucking sweet holes. Cheaters, good boys, risk averse, whatever, I don't care. Slicking them up with precum and filling them up never gets old." I felt him throb and began stroking him a bit more. "You breed them too?" "Fuck yeah. Whatever it takes to spread my seed." "Fuck." "You thought I was kidding? I have all kinds of ways to get them leaking cum. Years of practice." "When'd you do it last?" "Last week." I tried to keep my composure but it was getting to be too much. "Who?" "Some boy from Grindr. Not much older than you. Blank profile, but I rolled the dice after he said his girlfriend was out of town. Sweet hole. Trusted me to bring a box of condoms. I was happy to help." "You brought some?" "Sure. With a prick right through the center. Not easy to see in a dim room, but just enough for me to start getting my DNA in him a few seconds after I slide in. A minute or two in and more of my cock starts to open up the hole while I thrust. Boy was loving my dick, was clawing at my back while I bottomed out in him. Fresh meat. I didn't even hide when I came, just buried my cock balls deep and grunted. Told him I used a lot of lube." He grinned like a wolf. "He bought it, but it didn't matter, it was too late for him anyway. My seed was already coating the walls of his ass." "Fuck." "Yeah boy. It was fucking hot. You've never done that before?" "No." "Best fucking feeling. When you feel that rubber start to turn into a cock ring and you know he's fucked. Makes me want to shoot right then." He widened his legs and gave me more room to stroke. "It's amazing. I don't even know how many boys I've flooded that way." "Do you tell them after you cum?" "Nah. More fun seeing if I can get away with it. Sometimes I'll tell them it broke just to see if they'll go for another round bare from the start. But I like the challenge." My head was buzzing from his words and his thick cock leaking in my hand, and I needed some air. Now. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom, back in a sec." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom a few steps away, a single sink and toilet with a locking door. I walked to the sink, turned the faucet on, and felt the cool water. What the fuck was I doing? I looked in the mirror for a second, looked down, and cupped my hands under the stream. I heard a knock. "One sec." The knob twisted, the door opened, and he walked in. Of course. "You good?" And in the light I saw him properly, the lean muscle in his legs, the fur dusting his arms, the wolfish grin. I knew what was happening now. "I know what you need," he said, and stroked his bulge again. I didn't even hide the stare this time. "Good boy. On your knees." And I was on my knees. "Look at me." I looked up and saw his eyes staring deep in mine. I felt his hand rub the back of my head, then press my head to his bulge. "Lick." And I did. I breathed in his scent as I traced the outline with my tongue, before wrapping my mouth around the shaft and closing my eyes. It felt so good. He groaned quietly, and that groan made my own cock throb. "That's it boy. Make me feel good." I hungrily licked and kissed through the fabric until he put his hand under my chin and said "stop." He pulled my head off for a second and put the tip of his thumb in my mouth. I'd never needed to taste a cock so badly in my life. He lazily pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it in my mouth right away. "Open." I opened my mouth, and he put the thick tip on my tongue, and slowly but firmly thrust into my mouth until he was balls deep.I didn't need oxygen, I needed him. He pulled back out, thrust deep again, then pulled out. "Up." He grabbed under my chin, pulled me up and pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. I was so hungry, and he was too. We made out for a few seconds before he pulled back and pushed me back on my knees. "Open." And I did, and I had his cock down my throat again. "Gooood boy. That's it. Show me how much you need it." I lost myself in servicing him, trying to alternate short and deep, licking the underside with my tongue, using a bit of hand to cradle his heavy balls as I sucked. "Fffffffuck yeah, keep going." And I did. I kept servicing him, and it felt right. Time slipped. I was feeling him throb in my throat when I heard the doorknob twist and open. They were halfway through the door before I could start to pull off, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down deeper as he turned around to look. I heard him as I tried to pull off. "Hey there. Just give us a sec, we're almost done." He released my head and I pulled off, and he moved aside just enough for me to see the person trying to come in, and it was someone I knew. A guy I hooked up with a few times before he started seeing someone. Matt. Cute twinky sub. Our eyes met for a brief second as he realized what was happening. Matt saw me like this? "Sorry," Matt said as he ducked back out. My stranger didn't miss a beat. "Open." And I did, and he began thrusting again. "Fuck yes. You're getting me close boy. Get ready. Don't waste a single fucking drop." I'd never. "FFfffffuck." He growled and pulled back so that his head was just inside my mouth. The first shot hit my tongue. He tasted so sweet. And then his cock was back down my throat and throbbing while he grunted. "FUCK." I wanted it all. I swallowed the first few throbs and stayed anchored to the root of his cock as it continued to pulse. After seven or eight throbs, I knew I'd got his load, and began cleaning him off, getting every last drop, squeezing his shaft to get anything left. "That's a good boy." And he pulled me up and began kissing me again. I realized I hadn't touched my cock the whole time and went to rub. He swatted my hand away. “Not now. No wasting it." He pulled his shorts back up and opened the door, and Matt was waiting outside. "All yours cutie, we're finished for now." He smiled and walked out the door, and left me to chase him. Matt was grinning as I walked by. "See you around." Fuck. He laughed and closed the door behind him, and I caught up with my stranger, who was back at the bar ordering. "You know him?" "Yeah. Old bottom friend of mine. Has a BF now.” "Cute boy. Introduce me when he's back. I got you another beer." He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and passed them to the bartender as I licked my lips and tasted a hint of his cum. I felt my heart race again, and I knew I had to get the FUCK out of there. "Taste good? You know I still have more for you, boy" he said. Fuck. "Uh, that was fucking hot, but I gotta go." He picked up the bottles and shook his head a little. "I'll see you around boy." I went toward the exit, paused, turned my head back and saw him leaning against the wall by the bathrooms, bottles in hand. Then I walked out into the night.

Went to Lab.oratory in Berlin, the notorious sex club like no other. Long queue to enter venue, a disused Soviet power plant. Interior was amazing. Very industrial, designed for easy sex. Several slings and fuck platforms in front of the bar. Lots of other slings, large fuck tables elsewhere. Many less public darker areas. No totally private rooms. An area one can piss on the metal grid floor, receivers in the lower area taking all the golden showers. Good way to sell more beer! Toilets, absolutely filthy but super functional. Douches in all the cubicles. Large vat pumps of decent quality lubes everywhere. Kitchen-type paper easy reach. Not a single condom in sight. The pig which I am, was bending down many times at one of the large benches with other subs receiving endless cocks. Cock count - lots, wasn’t counting. Being a fisting night, received at least 5 satisfying fistings and fisted many more. Load count don’t know but at least one which I was aware, a tall blonde German who saw me receiving cocks and fists on the communal bench took me to a less busy area, he wanted me to look into his eyes as he bred me rough with his thick cock. I unloaded as he continued to dick his load in me. Finished with lots of kissing and cuddles. So rough and yet so tender. There were fucking and fisting everywhere. Nothing like having a drink in the bar surrounded by all the slings and fuck platforms in full swing. Music not too loud you can’t hear all the moaning. With no shower facilities, got back to my hotel early morning full of sex and men smell. Went to bed unwashed. Heaven. Luv to return.

(Continued) Getting into a rhythm of slow deep thrusts in the warm hole lubed by my muscle jock uncle’s pre-cum, I watched as he face fucked the young stud in the sling. His massive cock forcing the blonde’s throat to expand as he buried his dark man cock to his base, the blonde’s eyes began to water as he willingly accepted the alpha stud to use his moist face hole. I watched as the young wrestler spread his arms and grabbed my uncle’s hips and drew them in to hold his fuck pole deep in his mouth so that his lips could massage the veins of his thick dark cock. Continuing to pump in and out of his hole, I leaned over and my uncle grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and began to push against my insides. The alpha male was fucking the young studs mouth and working mine at the same time. Here was a leather man demonstrating his dominant position. I looked into the corner of the room and at that moment, noticed the light on above the camera. We were making content – fucking hot. At that moment I almost came! I pumped into the wrestler all the more as I listened to him gag on the man meat plugging his face. The blond began to moan and as he did, his cock erupted and shot all over his massive, well defined abs and chest. His heaving caused me to pump harder as I began coating his tight hole with my warm jizz. Watching the two of us cum, my uncle pulled out of the jock’s mouth, came to the front of the sling, pushed me aside and began to once more fuck the stud’s ass. As he jack-hammered his hole I could see my cum start spilling from his hole with each thrust. I leaned over as his body in the sling moved back and forth, and began to lick the cum off that stunning chest. The hot protein of an eighteen year old wrestler muscle jock. It was clear this stud knew his sexual prowess and the power it had over others. A power top and power bottom. He was equally commanding. I was watching two alpha males demonstrate their sexual skills. Remembering the camera, my mind began to wonder who else was going to witness their heat? What was coming next?

The simple solution is to get on PreP! Unless you have a death wish, if you become poz you're going to have to take meds anyway. So why not prevent yourself from becoming poz by going on PreP and sticking with it. HIV is permanent, and meds (at least in the US) are fucking expensive. I wish PreP existed before I pozzed. Seriously.

I totally agree with you hntnhole. Like you, I am politically active. I attend political gatherings, I write letters to senators, representatives, businesses, etc. letting them know how I feel on major issues, I make phone calls and have done door -knocking. Like you, I believe it is important, now more than ever before, to stand up and fight for the freedoms so many of us have taken for granted. This isn't somebody else's fight; we need to do this together.

Come sit on daddy's lap.

I definitely consider myself part of "the community". It will come as no surprise to some that I am quite active politically, attend local protests (there are many in the area, some numbering in the high hundreds of protesters, some numbering in mere dozens. I also belong to a gay political organization; we knock on doors, sign up new voters, send out "mailers", make phone calls, make decisions on which local candidates we will support - which are based on what the candidates (for local office) have to say when the come to address our group - and many do. It's not a burden, it's not a chore, but it is a duty for citizens that are politically "aware" to participate in some measure of activism, to the extent they can. That said, anyone that cares about politics, where the country is, where it's heading, should do what they can to participate in the process. Every citizen/prospective citizen/would-be citizen has a voice, and needs to use it now.

Hurry up Ben and leave quick so you can get back over there for surprise Coach has for you

Insanely sensitive, all you need is to brush/graze lightly the edge of my nips. One nip is good but both nips together is fireworks. Have pencil eraser nips (always did) unfortunately people look at them and assume they should be worked hard, which is the ultimate boner killer for me. When worked right they make my dick hard, hole relax/get greedy & lowers my barriers (read: easy to make do what you want)

The Guys came over Friday night. I had Drew prepared. I stretched his hole on a medium butt plug for a day before and I had him douched out ready for breeding. We all got naked and I put Drew on his knees and we all crowded round him so he was staring at 6 hard cocks, 7 if you include his Dad. He sucked his Dad’s cock first. It was hot watching Drew’s Dad fucking his son’s throat - he was loving it. After that we all took turns in Drew’s mouth. His Dad enjoyed watching Hamish try to force as much of his monster cock down Drew’s throat. He managed about half. After half an hour of cocksucking I made Drew kneel on the couch, open his legs and spread his arse cheeks. His beaut pink hole looked perfect, closed but ready stretched. I asked who wanted to go first. Drew’s Dad wanted Hamish to go first. I usually let Hamish fuck drew after he’s been well fucked and seeded but I thought why not. I made Drew’s dad lube his son’s arse and Hamish’s cock. Hamish forced his shaft deeper into Drew’s hole. he was moaning with every inch until finally Hamish was balls deep. Drew’s Dad was jerking his cock real hard watching Hamish fuck his son. Hamish shot his usual massive load into my Boy then we all lined up to fuck him. Usually I’m the last to seed Drew but I offered that honor to his Dad - which he accepted. After Drew had been fucked and seeded by Hamish, Steve, Ryan, Dwayne and John I fucked him and loaded him. Then I pulled out and his Dad stood behind him and immediately went balls deep. He’s fucked loads of men before but I think that was his first time fucking a well seeded hole. He was loving it. We all encouraged him and I gripped his balls and grunted in his ear - go on mate, fucking shoot your load in your son’s arse. He shook and his body shuddered and I knew he was seeding Drew. After that everyone left except Steve who stayed overnight to help me fuck Drew in the morning. I was pleased to see that Drew’s Dad is over the post breeding embarrassment and was happy to chat with my mates about what a good fuck Drew is.

I don't know why, but this setting--a pizza shop--makes this pozzing (& chasing) story even hotter. Maybe, it's because I live in a college town with several pizza restaurants and have many very cute delivery guys. Wouldn't be hot to have some of Scorpion Daddy's sons offering to gift their strain to customers? Maybe, this "service" would be on a "secret" menu of Scorpion boy services?! Looking forward to see where @Uncut300takes us readers in the next installment.

I went to the sauna, I was in a slut mood. I wanted to stick my cock in anyone and get as much cock in me as possible. I have not been regularly crusising to get satisfied the last couple of weeks. They have changed the maze and taken out a private room recently, removed the gloyholes and put a new soft gym mat on the floor there. So you can just fuck in the open. You can get down on your knees on the mat. The floor mat is in a nice alcove with a lube dispenser. I just walked in took off my towel, threw it in the corner and lubed up my hole and stroked my cock, watching the big video wall around the corner. I waked past a rooms and saw a guy leaning over the bench in there. I fucked him with the door open, and another big cock guy came up behind me and played with my lubed up ass, he closed the door and he eased his big cock in my hole and fucked my ass slowly while I was fucking the guy over the bench. That was a good start. I didn’t want to cum yet so. We broke up after about twenty minutes. 1 plus 1 = 2 fucks. I walked over to the peepholes and there were two older guys there, I guess they are partners, me and young smooth guy played with their cocks, they got hard. And those partners loved the attention and they fucked each other and put on a show for me and the smooth guy. The partners went off, I think to the spa pool area. A hairy dude came along, him, me and the smooth guy, all went to a room. We fucked and sucked in every combination. It was hot and sweaty in there, a bit like a steam room. We had a lot of full body contact. The young smooth guy came up my ass but was quite about it, his cum leaked out later when another dude fucked me. We were in there for most of an hour. At one point, smooth guy got me to lie on my back and he sat on my cock and got the hairy guy to put his cock in behind him, so the smooth guy had two cocks raw fucking his hole. Then me and the smooth guy had a 69 while the hairy guy fucked him. I got a close up view of some cock and balls fucking hole right in my face, dripping with sweat and lube. Some good, sweaty, piggy fucking and sucking to taste and smell. Two cocks in me, and I fucked them both too, so 6 fucks total now. Over on the mat in the alcove, there was this buff asian guy and another older guy and a third guy about my age. We stood around jacking, the third guy kneeled and sucked us. The older guy was hard as fuck, I moved so his cock head was brushing my hip. He liked that and he felt my ass to find me well lubed up, he moved around and rubbed his cock in my crack, I aligned my hole with the tip of his cock and I pushed back and he fucked me for a few minutes. +1 fuck = 7. I was high on lust, I remember fucking some guy while standing on the mat, I just bear hugged him and fucked him and another guy came up and fucked me at the same time, so the second time being the meat in the sandwich, I love it. I remember thinking it would be good for another guy to join in and make a fuck chain. Anyway there was a lot of cum running down my leg, and the guy fucking me said he did not cum in me, so that’s when I realised the smooth guy blew his load up my ass. +2 = 9 fucks, I think. I kind of lost track of the guys. I went back to the locker room took a shower and drank some water and relaxed in the spa pool, hard cock older guy was in the pool. Buff asian guy and the hairy dude from earlier joined us, there was some cock touching going on in the pool, which is not common there. I said we could play in the maze area in a bit after we have relaxed. Twenty minutes later, back on the mat in the alcove, no towel, lubed up, hairy guy bends me over and slides his cock in, we have a bit off a play, I am not sure if he came in me, I think he said he couldn’t, but he had to head home now. So I kinda think he blew his load in me. Buff guy wants me to fuck him but hairy guy has me warn out. 10 fuck total now, but same hairy guy from earlier. We go over to a big bed that fits four guys, right in front of the video wall, big cock guy from earlier is watch porn and stroking. Buff guy says he wants to cum in my ass, big cock guy is supportive of the idea. So I roll over and push my face against the big cock and I am jacking him in my face. And buff guy goes to town wrecking my hole for several minutes at a time, taking a break for me to play with big cock guy and then buff guy fucking me hard again like an animal. He blows his load in my ass and then plays with his cum leaking out my hole. I think that was 11 fucks, 9 guys. My hole was so brutalised I can’t even blow my own load, I got two, maybe three loads in my ass. What was great, no one even reached for a rubber, just raw cock everywhere. Everyone was up for fucking and sucking as much bare cock as they could. I like that people don’t really care about hiding in a room when they are fucking. I have been going to this place on and off for about three years, people used to mostly fuck in the rooms. I think that people did not like to be seen bare fucking out in the open, they would hide in a room and fuck raw, but I get off on people seeing me bare fuck, and they know that's what I want. A couple of the regulars, I know they used to wrap up and they don’t now. I like that guys just put their cock in a hole and go for it, what ever feels hot in the moment.

Like you i was just curious about black cock before I had my first time and called bullshit on all the stories I had read or heard about how hard and fast both white women and especially white men become addicted to it. My first time the guy smiled and asked me if I was sure i wanted to do this because i may become obsessed with finding more and more horny black guys to drain and feeling confident and strong i laughed and told him this was a one time thing and grabbed his big thick veiny hard black tool and got to work and kept telling myself that I was not gonna become a dirty black cock hungry slut like he kept saying I might become even as i could feel myself slipping into the most beautiful and intense hunger for his load of jizz and when I could tell he was getting close to popping off i heard him say something like i feel sorry for what's about to happen to you but you asked for it and then I tasted the first sploosh of his hot chocolate sauce and i swear....my eyes rolled into my head and I couldn't stop swallowing his jizz and he had to push me away from him because I didn't want to let him go. Sooooooo......I'm hoping you take a black cock and cum but i warn you that you are almost certainly gonna get addicted. Lol

Not sure if this counts, but here’s a picture of my hard cock in my buddy’s hole - as well as the aftermath of his freshly bred hole!

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

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

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

terrific story, being poz is the only way to be

That is exactly the fuck life of men in the bareback brotherhood.

As in the above comment, it could be a physical inability to perform for any number of reasons. In that instance, there are people who specialize in that (there's a Japanese video where they're referred to as "angels.") In the context I was referring to, I purposely used quotes because pretty much anyone able to perform can get laid, if their standards are low enough 🙂 Just as there are no load refused bottoms, there are tops who will fuck any hole. Personally, I have to have an attraction to someone, otherwise I can't get hard. That obviously makes things more difficult. Depending on the situation (it's all in the details!) if I knew someone was trustworthy and would be willing to keep me drained, I'd be perfectly happy to pay or conceivably even provide a place to stay.

I have a married/partnered Cub that I've known for many years that loves to swallow my loads when his partner is at work or out of town. He's has been doing this for years now. A couple of weeks ago he came to where I work when my boss was out and swallowed my load at the shop. He just called and is on his way over to the shop again to swallow another load or two from me. As long as we don't get interrupted by customers, we're going to see how many loads he can work out of me. I always shoot big loads, and even bigger ones when it's someone cheating on their partner.

Just let group of hung black Men run a train on me after one of them messaged me on grindr telling me they all wanted some white manpussy, fucked rough n mean, a lot of degradation and raceplay, didn't get names for any of them .

Just from an evolutionary theory standpoint this not only makes no sense but is counterproductive to the virus's goal of propagating itself. If the virus were capable of rewriting the host's DNA in order to make them want to do something, it would be to make it's host desire to fuck and breed others, not to desire more poz cum. Any more poz cum being injected into an already positive host is pretty much a waste of the virus inside that cum.

My cousin started this faggot off. Once my father found out he made it his mission to make the best faggot out of it as possible.

Young cum - never can get enough

(Continued) During work the following week Steve would over in the kitchen and grin. The blond muscle boy wrestler with chiseled features and a hot cock knew he had secured a regular hole for his hot juice. As Friday approached, I could not focus on work or school, only the thought of his bare rod thrashing my hole, leaving me exhausted and dripping cum as I walked to the bathroom. Classes ended and I arrived at work on Friday at 4pm for my shift. Steve parked his truck in the back parking and entered the back door with his leather duffel slung over his muscular shoulders. Coming from wrestling practice, he was in his tight shorts and wife beater highlighted his tiny waist, meat hanging to the left in his shorts, and his developed chest with nips poking through the thinly veiled shirt. The total young blond stud had arrived. He quickly went into the bathroom and changed into his work cloths; boots, jeans, t-shirt and hat. He emerged from the room oozing sex. He entered the galley, got prepared to cook, smirked and asked, what’s up for after work? I responded, “My uncles cock.” I taunted him, “You?” He whispered, “Your hole.” I responded, “let’s get the meat out to the guests.” Thoughout the night we cooked, got sweaty and grimy in the heat, and moved closer to shutting down. As we cleaned the grills, restocked the meat, and employees exited, I began to prepare for the inevitable. I entered the walk-in freezer, he quickly followed in behind, and grabbed my ass and fingered my hole. As he did he whispered in my ear, “you ready to fuck again?” I said, “I’m still sore from last weekend, but my hole would luv to rap around your man meat.” He smiled and said, let’s go. After we finished we got into our vehicles and headed for my uncles house. Fifteen minutes later we were at his front door. I had warned him that I would try and get him to the house after work, he answered the door in his jeans and a tank top. More business than pleasure, with a lowered voice he said, “Come on in.” He pointed to the sofa and on the TV playing was hardcore raw group action. On the coffee table was whiskey, rocks glass and poppers. We quickly poured some neat triple shots of whiskey and leaned back on the sofa. My uncle said, “Put yourselves at ease.” Entering his bedroom he left us alone. I quickly downed the whiskey and reached to massage Steve’s cock only to discover him hard as a rock, ready to fuck. I began to rub his destoyer. Suddenly, there stood my uncle in a leather harness with his massive cock hanging down waiting to be serviced. At that moment my hole tightened and then began to twitch. He looked at us both and commanded us to strip. Without a second thought I was bare and Steve quickly followed, his rock hard wrestler cock at full attention. The leather stud now demanded that we head to the basement. I knew then we were going to the dungeon and the sling was barking my name. I began to ooze thinking of the sling, the images on the walls, the mirrors and the cameras. The blond wrestler, my leather stud uncle and myself. Not wanting to waist any protein, I wrapped my fingers along my precum cock and then licked the protien from my fingers. A foretaste of the gusher of cum I knew would be funneled down my throat and lodged deep in my ass.

EXACTLY!! I was so proud and happy I was cheesing for DAYS! My dad had tears in his eyes when it happened. He pulled me so close and tight into him and kissed me so passionately.....I had never felt such intense love until that moment. I remember being worried someone could tell after that too. But that became something I kinda liked, having that secret about our home life.

I think if the situation is right and a father is open to "just going with what feels right" for both him and his son, like my dad did, then it can be an amazing an beautiful experience. The first time I was able to finally take all of him and he came inside me was a life-changing, super emotional moment for us both. Hands down the best sex either of us have ever had!

7 long 6 around -- it's been in roughly 400 holes (men and women) and fathered 6 children to various couples and people who were wanting a donor. I just love spreading my seed to as many holes as possible.

I am also 6'3 and have a tendency to attract VERY short hispanic uncut breeders at the bookstores. Being an uncut aficionado and a self proclaimed "very good boy", unbeknownst to my very short gentlemen on the other side of the hole, I am often performing filthy arcade booth cirque du soleil and holding very straining positions to line things up correctly. This is not me complaining though! A few long-term leg cramps is a small price to pay for having hot uncut married dick use your hole to release all their pent up frustrations or deeply hidden nasty fantasies! I just need to take up yoga to ease future strain..... or pack a drill 😛

Almost all of us fantasize about BBCs, sucking it or getting fucked by one. I'm no different. Don't get me wrong. I've had my share, though never enough. This took some place some time ago, late at night, at a particular south of Market cruise bars. The pool table was closed for the night, and the upper level of the bar was very crowded with men. I was in my favorite cruising attire: bare ass leather chaps. I had already spent some time out on the patio, and took 2 loads in my ass. Back inside the bar, I was standing next to the pool table when I felt something touching my hand. I turned to look and I saw a very large black cock. I took it to mean that he was interested, and I was DEFINITELY interested. I stroked his BBC a couple times. He was already hard. I took a small bottle of lube from my jacket pocket and handed it in back of me where he took it, lubed up his cock, then handed it back to me. Suddenly, he started sliding his hard cock up and down my crack until he found my hole. Just then, the bar back was coming through, picking up empty glasses. Either he didn't see what we were doing, or he was just concentrating on doing his job. I was sure he wouldn't be coming through for another 10 minutes, so I held steady while the man with the BBC pushed into my ass. There were quite a few men on either side of us watching the action and watching the show. For me it was a huge turn-on because I love being watched while I'm having sex. I gasped loudly when his huge cock head shoved inside of me. He paused for a moment then pushed farther in. Suddenly, the bar back was coming through again, and the black guy, so as not to be caught, grabbed my hips and pulled me in close to him. I held my breath as the bar back passed by. Now, he had at least half of that BBC buried in my ass and he was picking up speed, fucking me harder. Again he pulled me in closer, and I heard him grunting and groaning as he blasted his load deep in my ass.

When I use to go in the arcade a lot there was way more white men but the black men were mostly bigger but always smell nice and always took charge without being mean like some whites. One Sunday afternoon I was in my corner booth with door open a little no one was there but Mr and I seen a tall black man walking holding his cock stopping to watch videos. It was the longest I ever seen I push the door open a little more and slid to my knees as he step in he smell so good and he guided his cock into my mouth I tighten my lips and he stroke me for awhile probing the top of my throat and it was heaven then his cock went right down into my throat and I didn't even gag or nothing. After awhile he came with the head of his ten inch cock at least three or four inches down in my throat. It was so good . He told me to be in the same booth every Sunday afternoon and he would give me Sunday school lessons and he did for almost a year. It is so good to have a man fuck my mouth who make me feel proud to make him happy😔

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.

While I have had a lot of gay incest experience, and have had great sexual experiences with the men in my family, I am first to say it’s not for everyone. It worked for us. We had a more male environment, as the parents were divorced and fucking hated her for leaving dad, so I was fucking all over the man, making sure he didn’t go without. I used to love going to the grocery store with dad. He had these thick, Italian, hairy legs, wearing shorts, no underwear, so could see his thick hog. Women would fucking throw themselves at the man, but we’d get home and he’d be banging the fuck out me. Never had to come out either, as I am sure he realized I was gay when I always begging for him not to stop while he was fucking me.

Hey Billy88666- thanks for the kind words. I am technically prostate cancer" free" as of the Jan and April labs, tho monitoring will always need to be done. As for speaking up- gay men used to have a saying at the darkest point of the AIDS crisis [Silence = Death] I was like a TV tele evangelist after my diagnosis talking openly and frankly to the guys I hang out with for coffee or in other forums. As a result, the husband of one man approached me and asked me to talk with his husband, who had just gotten diagnosed. Another man came up a couple months into my journey and began asking questions , he had just failed a PSA test. I believe all people can share and educate each other in so many aspects of living, and in our sharing we not only help, but also grow . as for men getting checked- for fucks sake guys- DO IT! At least once a year after you get past 45 . Keep a log year to year of the PSA number and IF you suddenly see a jump, but it is still below 4, realize riding a bike, or a hard cock, or dildo(s) ( or any other anal insertable item ) or jacking off or even a workout at the gym the day or two before the blood draw can elevate your PSA without it being due to cancer cells. Now for the sad/bad news- the one bright spot for all of us bottoms and a prostate exam- the " physicians handshake" , or the doc digging his finger up your ass for a rub on the prostate, is a fading method of diagnosis. Most docs try to get it over with quickly to spare the man embarrassment or " distress" and can easily miss even a raised bump if they don't happen to press on the spot. PSA test and a follow up MRI if anything seems out of the norm is the newer standard of investigation.

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

Depends on the scenario. I’m rarely asked but when I am I still breed