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Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

Chapter 1 – Free Ride Walt was waiting patiently for his younger brother to stop by. He knew the routine with Ray. Walt was pretty successful at his job but really made his money with his side hustle. He was a successful dealer of all sorts. A latino gay man in his late 20’s with an average frame. He stands at a height of 5’ 11”. At 19 years old, his younger brother Ray was naturally skinny in an athletic way. Standing 5’ 9”, he looked like a normal guy. No one would guess that Ray was successful at being a low life junkie that couch surfed where he could. Opposite ends of the using continuum from his brother. Walt was able to know his limits and when to call it a day. Ray used as much and as often as he could, always chasing that next high. This was the usual time of the month where Walt found that his brother would come by to make small talk and then ask for some pills or tina to help him out. Walt was just about sick of his brother using the “family card” to get free shit. This time he was going to have to earn his high. Walt was going to make his straight brother choose his self pride or chase the high to give up a hole or two. Walt hoped that his brother would have the dignity to say no to his proposition but he also knows that Tina has a big grip on his brother. Either way, Walt had saved up a weeks load in his balls incase his brother chose the drugs. Like clockwork, Ray showed up on the last Saturday of the month at 6pm on the dot. A ring of the doorbell let Walt know his guest was there. He opened the door and gave his younger brother a quick glance up and down. Ray walked in and gave his brother a hug. R: Hey bro, it’s good to see you again. I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by today. W: No problem man. I have the night free so I was just going to chill at home. Come sit down on the couch. Can I get you something to drink? R: Do you have a beer back there? W: No on the beer I’m afraid. I do have the next best thing though. Walt disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with 2 glasses of coke. W: Who needs beer when I have some G. Watch out though, this batch is killer strong. Ray took the drink and started to down it. The speed at which he drank let Walt know he was already feeling bad without anything in his system. R: Hey, do you think I could catch a quick shower. I’ve been walking around a lot today. W: Sure, go ahead. I’ll jump in myself after you. Ray got up off the couch and goes through his backpack. he picks out a pair of presumably clean underwear. He walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and closed the door. Walt took the time to set the scene for his brother. He took out a pipe and torch and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He went over to one of his stash spots and pulled out some pills and a baggie of big shards. He left the pills on the table with his glass of coke and g. He knew his brother would see them right away. Walt packed his pipe and picked up the torch. He melted the shard and took a big hit. He took a few more hits leaving the pipe with one, maybe two good hits. He placed it down on the table. He blew out his cloud and hid the current baggie of Tina. He walked over to the bathroom. He opens the door just as his brother was coming out of the shower. They shared a room together when they lived at home so walking in on each other in various states of undress was normal for them. Ray put on a pair of boxers that he brought with him and walked out to the living room. Walt jumped in the shower. He kept thinking of his brothers round ass and started to chub up a bit. He changes the water to cold to calm himself own. W: All in good time. Chapter 2 – Getting despirate Ray walked out to the living room and sat down at the couch in his boxers. This was his brother’s pad so he felt comfortable enough. He had taken a quick shower so that the steam wouldn’t get him lightheaded when the G kicked in. He glances down at the coffee table and spots the random pills. He thought fuck-it! and threw the 2 mystery pills into his mouth. He picked up his brother’s glass with the spiked soda and downed that too. He picked up the pipe laid down before him and turned on the torch. He heated the bowl of the pipe until the white smoke started to accumulate. He took a huge rip and blew out a large cloud. R: There we go. Ray immediately torched the bowl again and took another big hit. He held onto it and then released. He looked at the empty bowl and though time for a refill. He laid back on the couch and waited for his brother. As he lay there sitting on the couch, the G was starting to kick in and relaxed his posture. He pulled out his phone and started watching some straight porn. He was so into the video that he didn’t hear his older brother reenter the room. Walt walked into the room in just a pair of his own boxers. And why not, it was his home after all. His brother was the one making himself at home without any fuss. Walt walked over and sat right next to his brother. Ray woke from his fixation and greeted his brother. They started laughing at the porn on the phone and making stupid comments about the overacting. Ray was really feeling like he was stuck in the couch. The G was strong after all. Walt noticed his brother in this state and reached down under the couch where he stashed his baggie of shards. W: looks like you overshot the mark with the G. Here, this should help balance you out. Walt packed the bowl, took his hit, and handed it to his brother. The brothers passed the pipe back and forth a bit until it was empty again. Walt knew his brother. He knew what level of high he was at and it was barely off the ground. Walt packed another bowl. Hitting it and passing to his broher, he said: W: Okay this is it man. That’s all I can smoke up. The rest I have to sell. Ray took his hit and started to worry. He took 2 more hits before passing it back to Walt. R: What if I paid for some more? W: How much cash do you have? R: No, I only have like 20. W: that ain’t going to get you much bro. Sorry but I have to put on my dealer hat on this. This is business. Even for family. Ray took the last hit off the pipe and held it in as long as he could. He released the cloud and stared at his brother defeated. R: What do you bargain with other guys? I’m pretty desperate. Come on bro, I’ll do anything. Walt felt the lightbulb go off in his head. Bingo Chapter 3 – I’ll Do Anything R: What would you have anyone else do to score some T? John Doe comes up to you and is in this predicament. What do you bargain with him? W: I don’t know that you are that desperate. I don’t know. Ray lowered his head in shame. R: I’ll suck on it. Walt saw his defeated brother and he licked his lips. W: What was that? R: I’ll suck you off if I can smoke more. I really need it. W: You want my cock? My cock for some more tina? Is that it? R: I guess. W: okay … I’ll bring the party if your gonna play. You’re gonna be my tina whore tonight? R: Yes. If I have to. Walt stands up and grabs the pipe and refills with a big shard. He lights it up and blows out a white cloud toward his brother. W: Well, first off, drop those boxers. I like my boys to be naked. And come over hear on your knees and show me you really mean it. Once I know you are serious, I’ll get you fucked up. Ray drops his underwear and walks over a few steps to his older brother’s front. He gets down on his knees and pulls the underwear off his brother. He gets an inch from the dick in front of him. R: I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know… W: I’ll bring the party if you bring the play. Now go on now, start things off. Ray opens up and takes the dickhead in mouth. Walt feels the warmth of a new recruit. He feels his dick starting to grow in his brother’s mouth. W: yeah, good boy. Yeah suck that growing dick. Walt’s dick started to get hard but stayed at half full. He hands the pipe down to his brother. W: Here you go, smoke up a bit. I want you to take two hits. On the third, get back to sucking me off. I wanna see clouds around my dick. The sound of the torch starting up fills the room. One hit, two hits, and number three. The mouth returns to Walt’s semi hard dick. Walk looks down as the smoke flows from the boy’s mouth around his dick. This is just what he needed to get to fully hard. The younger brother pulls away and torch hits the pipe again. Four more huge hits with more and more dick in his throat. Walt is now thrusting straight into Ray’s throat. Now, Walt had heard through the grapevine that his brother has sucked a dick for tina before but he was surprised he was able to deepthroat his thick 8 inches. He was fucking the throat and watching the smoke come out of the boy’s nose and corners of his mouth. Only the occasional cough and gag betrayed how new Ray was to sucking big dick. Walt picks the boy up and throws him toward the couch. Chapter 4 – Head Down Ass Up W: Get on your knees with your ass towards me. Ray obeyed and got on his knees. R: oh, hey. I don’t know about this. This might be a little too much. Walt just reloaded the pipe and handed it over to Ray. Not one to deny a loaded pipe, Ray withdrew his protests and bent over the couch and started to hit the pipe. He drew in a large hit and was about to release when he felt something wet press against his asshole. He moaned as the smoke escaped his mouth. Walt used his tongue to attack Ray’s twitching hole. He ate out that boy’s hole like it was his last meal. Walt pulled back a moment and looked at the glistening hole before him. He pushed two fingers into the straight boy hole as he took in another hit. Moans filled the air as Ray was finger fucked by two fingers. More spit and three fingers were now in the boy hole, stretching it open. The next big hit from the pipe allowed Walt to push in four fingers. The hole barely let them in but four fingers were in. This made the boy try to reach behind himself to pull the fingers out. Walt reached under the boy an found Ray’s dick hard as can be. W: I see that you found my pills. Thought you might. Fucking whore. Walt pulled his fingers out and pushed up against the boy’s ass. His cock rubbing against the line between the cheeks. Precum wet the ass crack as he thrusted against the boy. Ray began to panic when he felt his brother’s head at the entrance to his hole. His mind was screaming no but his quivering asshole was begging for something more than fingers. Ray wasn’t that stupid. He knew that to get fucked when high was an experience. A lot of guys love it. He just never thought it was something he would do. As if he knew what Ray was thinking, he thrust in and the tip pushed inside Ray. R: OMG, fuck that’s thick. W: that’s only my head. It’s not even at the thick part yet. Walt pulls out and reached under the couch again. This time he pulls out a bottle of laced lube. He quickly fingers some into his brother before he has time to change his mind. Walt places his dickhead at the entrance right as Ray starts complaining about the burning inside of him from the lube. Walt thrusts in and gets the head back in. He thrusts again and gets halfway inside of Ray. R: fuuuuuuuuuck W. I know. I know. It’s almost in there. A third thrust pushes him all the way in. Ray can feel his brothers balls against his ass crack. R: fuuuuuuuuck W: I’m gonna leave it there a moment so you can get used to it inside of you. Walt reaches around to his brother’s chest. He touches his nipples and squeezes them slightly. This sends jolts throughout Ray’s body causing him to push back against the dick. He didn’t think he could get more dick inside of him but it felt like an extra inch was pushed inside of him. Walt continued to play with Ray’s nipples and the boy began to pull away and push back into his brother’s dick. W: Yeah, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Milk my seed right out of me. Ray continued to fuck himself on his big brother’s dick. It did not take long for the huge load to be worked up and finally shot up into his younger brother. W: yeaaahhhhh. Walt pulled out of the whore he just filled with his sperm. Ray was still head down ass up on the couch. Walt walked away and came back with his phone. Ray couldn’t see it but he heard the camera sound coming from behind him. Walt was taking pictures of him bent over, showing off his cum filled ass. R: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? W: Just needed a picture to get my friend over here. R: Okay let me get dressed and I’ll head out. W: oh no, you’re not leaving. Get some rest. I’m treating you like any other whore that gets seeded for drugs. The homies want a taste too. R: I don’t know about this. I’m pretty high now. this was fun and all that but I don’t know about someone else seeing me like this. W: you fucking junkie whore. You never have enough. You’ll stay and you’ll like it. I told you I was going to bring the party. Don’t worry you have some time to rest. Walt walks back to the kitchen and come back with another glass of coke and G. W: here, this will calm you down some and help you rest for a bit. Ray takes the drink and gulps it down. This time the taste was more bitter than last time. W: Come follow me. He gets up and follows Walt into the bedroom. Once inside, Ray was guided to the edge of the bed with his untouched dick standing straight up against just under his belly button. Walt turns on the tv and connects it to his laptop. He starts playing porn and Ray starts jerking off without even thinking. Just a natural response to being so tweaked out. While Ray is busy with a video of two men double teaming a twink, and jerking off, Walt gets on his phone and sends out a few texts. He gets someone to answer back immediately. His friend loved the pic of the used hole. Walt tells him to head over. After a short while, the G starts to kick in and Ray sinks back into the bed. He lays back and blacks out.

AUTHOR NOTE: this one is inspired by a discussion I had about a so-called AI companion where folks worldwide sent confidences (even erotic) and on the other side there was a man who guided the bot to answer, so he could read every intimate speech users sent. Paid service, obvious. That's why I'd never trust using those for sexting role play! Here's the setup. Let's start! No AI has been used to create this, I'm an author and I care about my writing not to end up into #AISlop ---- Leo: I'm 22, twink, naive. My world is behind a screen and video-games. Very shy in real life. Sex? Never had, too fearful of judgments for my sex orientation and kinks! I just look at guys when I go to the gym and that's all! My entire sex life stays on BreedingZone where I found so many guys with my same fetishes. HIV included, yes, I'm one of those bug chasers wannabe. But with age verification spreading all over the world, interesting people to sext with, just disappeared and my inbox is always empty. But one day I found a topic referring to chatbots. "AI doesn't judge, it talks, so let's share the ones where you have your best sex conversations!" Curious of AI, I was discouraged. The most important engines just reject any explicit contents, so I followed that topic. Surprisingly, the most verbal man in that post, was a certain GifterAlex, a huge biohazard as profile pic, and a very different profile from the others. Interests: computer, tech, AI, research, psychology Very strange for a sex related website, so I kept on reading. Background: mid 40s, Caucasian, progressive politically oriented, in favor of any technology innovation gay men can benefit of. HIV status: poz, not on meds Role: top Looking for: real and concrete encounters. Not here to waste time. Access denied to flakes, fakes, bigots and crybabies. "Ambiguous", I thought; if he talks about computers in a sex site then he wants to hookup, where's the trap? Isn't he one of those "morality guardians" sent by far-right politicians to out gays around the world? So, I read his post: "Most interesting and effective bot I found is called Highly Intelligent Volunteer. It can provide any kind of advices, it's a very customizable agent. By text you can ask it anything. Try it for free at least 30 days then you'll be CHARGED". Didn't give too many attention on the word "charged" capitalized; could be just he wanted to warn readers they were going to pay. Curiosity hit me, I avoided asking questions about who the owner was, if it was an advertisement or just an advice. GifterAlex could be a user like me and I signed up with no hesitation. [TO BE CONTINUED]

About six months ago, had a dude from grinder come over and he wanted anon ass to fuck and breed. He requested a dark room and me blind folded...He walked into my dark bedroom and found me ass up and lubedl....I didnt realize untill he started sliding in that he had a huge fat cock, must have been 9-10 inches untill i reached around and felt it... I was like hey man, just give me half of that dick and it was hurting like hell...He replied and said, hey faggot, you asked to be fucked tonight and thats what i'm going to do, so shut the fuck up and take it because i'm going for broke here....and he reached up and pushed my shoulders down and chest on the bed pinning me into position.. He forced me to take all of his cock and I was moaning in pain...he pounded me for a while and grunted when he busted in me balls deep..When he pulled out he said don't fucking move untill i'm gone....he zipped up and left....I had to walk funny and sit gently for a week after that...but man looking back, would love for a round #2....fucking hot!

12 with my cousins. 13 with my uncle and then a guy at school. 14 with my uncles friends and step dad, along with my first “Boyfriend” (the Swim Coach at school). Learnt a lot early 😈. Enjoy one of my first Grindr photos 🙈

I found a nearby cumdump, used his hole, and plan on repeat fucks. Hookups are about timing and location. I've chatted a few nearby btms who are either obviously cumdumps or smell of wanting loads. But my schedule is tight given where I live, I can't host, work gets in the way, and my partner doesn't want 3ways, etc. I'd chatted this guy up a few times, but nothing had happened. 40s, short, white, hwp, and just pics of his ass. I assumed he'd take bare cock. Today, I decided to take lunch and run errands closer to his location. It was a 30min drive to run errands closer to his neighborhood -- obviously I was horny. I'd been a weekday cumdump the day before but never got off. So my balls were aching, and I hit him up again. I chatted the guy that I needed a lunchbreak slot to dump a fat load. He asked, "anon bb?" Fuck yes! Music to my ears that confirmed he would take bare cock and cum. Then he sent his address and I told him my ETA. I arrive, and walk in to see bare ass up on the bed, and the guy's face down. Total anon. We'd never swapped facepics. The cumdumps ass is much hotter than his pics. Thick cheeks for a slimmer guy, enough that I grab handfuls of his cheeks. His hole puckered at me, and I had to rim it. Rimming his hole got my cock hard, so I got up behind his ass doggie style. Shoved in my bare shaft up the cumdump hole. His hole opened up easily and felt great around my bare cock. Clearly it was well used hole, and I imaged the other fuckers who'd cum up this thick ass I was holding. I pounded ass for less than 5mins. Those thick cheeks bounced on every thrust. I felt my balls building up to shoot, so said the 1st thing to the cumdump, "You want this fat load?" "Yea, give it to me." he said from the sheets. I rapidly thrust more and told him, "Here it cums", shoved in, and dumped my load balls deep in the hole. I moaned loudly and my cum kept shooting and filling the hole. "Fuck, I feel your cock throb", he whimpered. My dick was spent, so I pulled out, and pulled up my pants. I was so quick to want to fuck that I never took off my clothes. It was a quick pump and dump, and just what I needed. I felt huge relief dumping up that cumhole. I could think straight again. After I got back to my car, I messaged the cumdump "Thanks". He replied that I can swing by anytime. I plan on swinging by next week, and ask how many dicks that cumhole has milked in a week 😈🐷

I fucking own it! If you own it then takes away any slur and gets my dick hard! However, I would only own it in the way it's given!

Chapter 7 – Only Fucking himself Walt walked back into the room to find his younger brother playing with his hole. Ray was enjoying his high and didn’t even realize his brother had walked back into the room. Walt took advantage of this oversight and crawled between Ray’s legs. He waited for Ray to pull his fingers out momentarily. At seeing his opening, Walt lunged his head forward and his tongue made contact with the sloppy hole. Walt started licking at the load that was freshly deposited into his brother. Ray was in bottom heaven. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. Rimming was his new favorite sex act. He was flying high and was loving every moment of it. now that the embarrassment of his ex-best friend was over with, he could just enjoy the sexual adventure with his brother. He knew this experience was changing their relationship forever but he was too high to care about that. The important thing is that while it was just the two of them, he felt safe. Like he could do anything, anything at all and it would be ok because it was between him and his brother. He thought to himself – oh fuck, I must really be high to be thinking like this. When Walt finally came up for some air, his younger brother was all goo goo eyed. Walt looked down at his whore of a junkie brother. He knew now that he would do anything for more drugs. He looked at him for a moment with pity in his eyes. Oh how low Ray had gotten himself. He was almost ready to call the whole thing to an end out of pity when Ray opened his mouth again asking for more drugs. That pushed the pity party right out of his mind. W: you chem slut. You deserve everything you get. Z: I don’t deserve to be raped for drugs. W: Rape? Oh girl, you are a delusional one aren’t you? I’ve got a lesson for you. Come on. Walt grabbed a new pipe with a fat bowl. He lit up and melted the shards in the bulb. He blew out a giant cloud. He walked over to the bed and ordered his brother up. Walt then jumped into his bed and leaned up against the bedpost. He slouched just a little bit that his lower half of his body way away from the bedpost. He called his brother over. W: Come over here and get my hard dick wet? Get it ready for your hole. Ray crawled up to his lounging brother and waited for him to pass the pipe. Walt acknowledged this by taking another hit and again ordering Ray to suck his dick. As Ray bend down to take the dick in his mouth, Walt blew out a large cloud into Ray’s face. W: Well, I’m waiting for my new whore to suck my dick already? Don’t make me tell you again. Ray got to work sucking on his brother’s dick. Walt continued to take hits and blow the clouds in his brother’s face. When Walt finally called his brother off his dick and handed him the pipe, it had only a small puddle in it. It was good for only 1 good hit. Like a good addict, Ray hit the pipe without thinking about it. He handed the pipe back to his brother, and as if his wishes were answered, his brother pulled out a baggie and refilled the pipe. Walt melted the shard and took three back to back hits. On the fourth hit, he pulled his brother up for a shotgun. This turned into a mini make out session. Ray blew out the cloud that was given to him. He waited but Walt did not offer another one. He looked at his brother longingly. Walt wrinkled his face and with disgust in his voice, started talking. W: well, be a good little whore and sit on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Well go on. What are you waiting for, huh? Oh probably waiting for this. Walt pulled out a small shard and placed in on the tip of his dick. It sat nicely in the piss slit of the large helmet. As if worried the shard would blow away, Ray jumped up and sat right down on the large dick. He sank down all 8 inches and felt the familiar burn in the deep of his bowels. Walt got impatient and slapped Ray on the ass. This seemed to wake the straight boy from his trance. He started rocking back and forth, leaving the length of the dick inside of him. He picked up the rhythm and soon his ass was bouncing like 2 light brown globes impaled on a dark brown staff. W: Jerk yourself off while you ride me. I now you like having my big dick in your hole. Show me how much you love it. Ray began to jerk his still hard dick as he bounced. When Walt got bored of this position, he rotated the bottom around so he was riding reverse cowboy. Walt kept looking at his lighter skinned brother’s ass engulfing his dark brown dick. He felt the load being sucked out of his dick. Almost there, he spun his spun out brother around again. The sensation of the dick rotating inside of Ray sent him over the edge and he shot his load on his brother’s chest. Ray flexed his ass muscles and soon Walt was pushed to orgasm. He shot his big brother load deep inside his younger brother. Walt held his brother down on his still hard dick. He grinded upward into his brother who was recovering from his own orgasm. W: Remember, you love every moment, every inch of what you just did. And you did it all for drugs, for that next high. No one raped you. No one made you do anything. You are just a junkie whore who sucks and fucks for more shit. Own that. Be the best Tina whore you can possibly be. Here, you earned this. Walt threw him a small baggie with a eightball in it. W: you would have had more but you smoked up most of what you earned. And based on how fast you were smoking up my shit, you’ll be out pretty fast. Hit me up when you need your lungs and hole filled again. Bye little bro Ray slowly found his underwear and put them on. He found his other clothes and began dressing in shame. As he walked out of his brother’s place, he thought to himself, damn I am never doing that again. He gripped his baggie and was off to meet up with his girlfriend. He was still horny as fuck and needed to smoke out with her and fuck her to try and repair his sense of masculinity.

I was a weekday hotel cumdump. Cheating while my partner is out of town. 3 anon guys dropped by. Each wanted ass to fuck and fill my ass. Sadly, I swallowed 2 of their loads, and got the 3rd up my ass. The story goes ... === 1st load 1st was a sexy, tall, white otter. He could model for Patagonia: bright blue eyes, a great smile, curly hair, fit all over, furry chest and legs.. This guy's pics didn't do justice when I opened the door. This Otter wanted to fuck but my hole wasn't ready yet. Yea, bad planning! But I squeezed him in because he could only do lunchtime break. Workday setups are picky on time. Stay tuned for what he asked me after work ... He immediately unbuckled his pants after walking in and over to the desk chair, while chatting a bit. He had a masculine voice that was sexy. I squeezed his cock while he undressed and talked. Down to biz. He'd shaved his pube -- bummer for such a hairy guy! -- and a nice soft cock sat in a cockring. I told him to tell me how to suck him. He said, "No teeth. Some guys give bad head." His cock swelled up to the perfect thickness. After he had a stiff one, the Otter told me to use my hand on his shaft. After I did that, he told me to get his dick wet and sloppy. My mouth generates more saliva when I deepthroat, I could barely deepthroat his thick cock but did some, so his shaft got sloppy. Otter really picked up with thrust his hairy legs into my face. He moved over to lay down on the bed, and told me to keep sucking his cockhead with my mouth, kep his shaft sloppy with a handjob, and to lay inbetween his slim hairy legs. I obeyed. I must have sucked him for 10 minutes or more. He would thrust his legs sometimes and then calm down. Finally, he grabbed my head and told me to not stop sucking. His legs buckled a bit, and he said something. I tasted some cum, yum! -- it was salty and bit smokey. His voice didn't sound like a smokers voice and he didn't smell but who knows. He got up, dressed himself, and chatted me up for a long while. I decided to put my pants back on. As he left, this tall, slim, and sexy Otter turns and hugged me. He said, "After being that intimate, might as well hug." Wow! So less a cumdump and more a fuck buddy?? === 2nd load 2nd guy was a white daddy, mid-50s or so, with a solid build and sweet smile. He arrived just after sexy Otter. Daddy wanted to use my ass for a pump and dump. After Otter left, I had cleaned out my hole and stretched it open. I tend to be tight and need to prep. But damn, Daddy dick was too thick. He asked if I was turned on that he wanted to find my ass up for him. I told Daddy that he would walk right in on my bare ass. Totally anon. No face pic. Daddy arrives ... but his cock was a freakin coke bottle. Not long but damn the girth! My buttplug was nowhere near the size. I really tried to relax my hole. Daddy shoved into my ass from behind. He fucked me for about 5mins, but my hole was in wicked pain. So I sucked Daddy off. I swung around and grabbed his coke bottle cock. His cock was great to milk with my mouth. His cock got sloppy again, like Otters. Then told me he was going to cum, and I tasted a sweet load. He got up and started to dress. I apologized and told Daddy that I should have asked how big his cock was. He seemed OK and left, hah. === 3rd guy I'd written off as a DDF condom jackoff flake, but he finally showed up and delivered. 3rd guy was a handsome, tall, 40-something. In the morning, when I'd started my weekday cumdump, he'd messaged me. But In our chat, he said that he was looking to suck a dick, so I wrote him off. So confusing when the ad is just my ass pic. At 4pm, I'd updated my Sniffie stats for guys to "swing by after work to drop off a load." Well ... Mr. Handsome changed his tone, and shot me a new message: "Lubed up?" he said. Wowa. Now the guy who claimed to just suck dick wants to fuck ass?! I was confused but went with it. "Yup. Cleaned and lubed." I shot back. "What hotel again?", and I sent him the address. "Ok, that's close. You'd be game to be ass up in like 30mins?" he blurted. Straight to the point. Yes, I told him I could suck his dick hard and then he fuck my ass. "My dick will be hard when I walk in on your ass up and rim it. " oh damn. So he likes ass. Maybe he just wants to give a rimjob. I told him I'd leave the hotel door open and wait bare ass up for him. "I'll probably cum fast. I've not cum in 4 days." oh fuck! that got me hard. Because I luv a fat load from a Minute Man. "No worries man," I told him, "Rim my ass and bust your load when you feel it." "OK. I'll just dump my load and leave with your ass full.😈 Damn. This fucker did a total 180. He went from suck me off to a quick pump n dump for his cock. Of course, I quickly gave him my room #. "Be there in 20mins. Wrapping up at work." Mr. Handsome delivered. I got bare ass up on the bed in 20mins. I heard him push the hotel door open, drop his pants, and then felt his tongue on my hole. He said nothing. He gave a good rimjob to make me moan for it. He grabbed my waste to shove my cheeks into his face. Flicking his tongue deeper into my hole, for like 5mins. Next I hear Mr. Handsome stand up behind my ass and feel his cockhead press against my hole. I reached back to rub lube on his cock and DAMN! His dick was rock hard, and much bigger than his pic. It felt like a thick 8". I wanted to suck on big cock but he only wanted ass. Mr. Handsome's big, bare dick slid into my hole. My hole ached from Daddy's cock opening it up earlier, so I moaned. His cock felt great, and he started thrusting. I reached back to feel his hairy, hanging balls. I had to feel that 4 days load in their sacs. Because I knew my ass was going to be milking that cum soon. It happened in about 1 minute. Mr. Handsome was thrusting his bare 8er deeper into my hole. Then I heard the first thing out of his mouth. He moaned. Had he cum? His thrusting stopped. Was he edging?? My hole felt wet. Damn! The guy who just-wanna-suck had dumped his fat 4 day load up my ass. He pulled his bare dick out of my hole, and I heard cum drop to the hotel floor. I reached back and both my cheeks were soaked with cum. Damn! Mr. Handsome wasn't joking about that fat load. I turned to say thank you, Mr. Handsome smiled a bit, but he went to the bathroom, dressed, and walked out the door. So the DDF guy who just wanted to suck another guys cock decided to swing by after work and use my ass for his quick pump n dump. I'm sure his fat balls felt relief after dumping that 4 day load. === If you read this far, then you get the story of Sexy Otter. After Mr. Handsome left, Mr. Otter messaged again. "Did you get that hole filled yet?" he bluntly asked. I told him about Mr. Handsome who'd just left after using my ass after work as a quick pump and dump for his fat 4 day load. "Very nice! I'll feed your ass next time." I got rock hard. I imagined him typing and wanting ass. I was fully dress when giving Otter that blowjob but he'd seen a pic. Maybe he was looking at my ass pic and typing. Now I know -- Sexy Otter is a breeder and wants Round 2. He said he gets off every day because it's healthy. So he has a high libido, and it will be easy to hookup with him again.

I do. Like to get rimmed and to sit on a man's face, especially when they have facial hair

He's right, guestJON. For all the carrying-on here at BZ about permanent, constant fucking/getting fucked, the fact is that occasionally we do need either "a break", or some time to deal with other facets of our lives. So is phillygwm. There are times, sometimes recurring regularly, when we simply aren't all that interested. Getting checked out at your doc is a good start in alleviating whatever the issue is. Another is to simply regulate yourself to only x number of days/nights per week, or only on weekends, or some other contrivance. It keeps the actual breeding fresh and exciting, and all the other facets of your life "in place" too. When any one "thing" is given too much predominance, our "balance" can get skewed up a bit. You'll get it figured out, and then it'll be in the past.

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/dpb-poppers-trainer-100-pure-fucking-man-xhBjdpQ

Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

Thanks for that great story. I saw it was 12 pages long, and usually, I skip those as I don't have the courage and "ability" to read stories that long (thanks ADHD) - but I might stop skipping them now as this was awesome. Took me days to read through everything but it was worth it. I agree some things are missing, but that is perfect as it allows sequels, side stories, ... are we seeing the beginning of the Scorpion Pizza Universe? 🤣 But damn, 🥵🥵🥵 Subscribing to Uncut to make sure to find out...

I love to rim the top who bred me! I love to rim any top to be honest!

Totally agree!!

Part 5: A few days after Chad and his friend George filled me with cum, my boyfriend decided to host a party. He organized everything, the food, the booze, the guest list. I had the easy task of helping clean and just being present for the event. Of course, Nate being in charge of the guest list meant that he invited his friends, and that meant that Chad would definitely be invited. Chad arrived early, being Nate's closest friend, to help us set up for the party. The two of them were talking about party supplies and decided that we probably needed another case of beer, so Chad said he'd help me continue setting up while Nate drove off to get the beer. Nate wasn't even out of the driveway when Chad pulled his cock out and told me he was going to fuck me, and we had to be quick. He wanted me to have his cum in my ass for the party. I didn't think Chad would take no for an answer, and considering he had a nice cock and he fucked bareback, I don't think I would have been capable of saying no to him anyway. This was another step for me. I know my effort at being monogamous wasn't exactly the best, but up until now, I'd never fooled around with anyone in the home that I shared with my boyfriend. I guess there's a first for everything. I knew we didn't have much time. Nate would be gone for at least half an hour, but we needed to have the party set up and ready by the time he got back, so I bent over and took Chad's cock into my mouth. This was the first time I'd ever sucked it, previously he'd only fucked me. I liked sucking him and told him that I wanted to spend more time with him in my mouth, but today was about time and I was just getting it wet and slick for my backdoor. Chad said not to worry, he'd definitely make sure I tasted his dick again. And with that, he pushed in and started to pound me. No time for a slow fuck, this was a quick effort to give me some cum. 5 minutes of hard pounding, and he was breathing heavily and showing the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. I clenched my hole in time with his thrusts, trying to encourage his pork sword to spit out its load. I think Chad definitely appreciated my efforts because his breathing got louder and he yelled "fuck yeah, keep that up, I'm going to cum" and with a final group of thrusts, he bred me and filled me up with his load. Chad: "Okay, now, as I pull my cock out, clench your hole tight so that none of my babies leak out. I want you to keep my load in for as long as possible" I followed his instructions and I think I was mostly successful, but I also think he shot a monster load so it was probably inevitable that some would escape. A quick clean up, then back to setting up the party, and we had just a couple of minutes spare before Nate returned with the beer. Chad made me nurse his cock in my mouth until Nate was almost at the door. I was scared at how close Chad was cutting it, but I'd be lying if I said the risk didn't turn me on. I think it was about then that I realized that I'd never say no to Chad, and I guess with the implied threat of him outing me as a cheater to Nate, I couldn't say no anyway. I think the difference now was that even ignoring the blackmail threat, I didn't want to say no to Chad. One predicament I found myself in was that with the quick fuck and then the gentle blow job, I hadn't managed to cum but I'd been so turned on, so I was horny and antsy by the time the other guests started to arrive.

Exactly where that white boy belongs 💋💧

I am neg and with the exception of the odd bit of 420, I am sober. I used to drink and take slot of drugs but it just phased out and has been like that for about 6 years or so. I am also a total sub cum dump and my only addiction is to toxic sperm and the Topmen that shoot it. I do expect eventually I will get knocked up - surprised I’m not.

My hole after 3 tops bred and seed it. The last top wanted to fuck the cum out of me. I think this is the sexiest pic I got. Even of those when I was younger. Hole is loose, used, warm, puffy and not tight at all. Would you fuck it?

Non monogamy is very common in the gay community. Couples switching partners or hooking up with the other's partner in a monogamy partnership was more than common most guys confess. My partner & I was already gifted in the early 2000's when we met and had other couple friends who were gifted as well but knew a 4 couples in the neg more monogamy lifestyle. I knew my partner who was a Top but versatile was very active in our open relationship with many men. Before meds like PrEP was available all of those couple were blessed with the gift.

Keep going back and back for more!

How many guys have i deposited my nut in , 500 maybe!

The last load I gave was an hour ago , I met up with a regular slut I use a lot , and he wanted to worship and suck my dick and lick and kiss my feet , I agreed I never turn down a moment to get worshipped by a nasty bitch . So we blew some clouds for a lil while and then he started sucking me . But of course with me being the person I am . I have to skull rape the bitch . So of course I did that. Made him throw up and cry and gag and BEG for air . He knows I love when hungry sluts beg. But as I continued to blow clouds he kept worshipping an sucking me . I fed him two loads . Kissed him and slapped and spit on him , let my slut know he made me happy and he satisfied me , then we continued to smoked some more while he licked and kissed my body and showed his gratitude for my loads . Then I just came home and now im relaxing . But because of the ice and the fact I’m a lust devil I still need a slut to serve and drain me . Next time my slut wants to suck and worship me while wearing lingerie finally got him to agree to that so can’t wait to see that sexy ass bitch again

So my bf left for a business trip yesterday and guess what I did 😉 Took two loads today: One from my neighbor from earlier and another one from a guy in walking distance. Now I‘m sitting here having diner and enjoy the feeling of cum in my ass 😉

Coach Sanders 5 Summer was coming. Classes kept me busy. I spent my time on campus when I wasn’t at the gym or with Coach. But I found time to hit the library bathroom when I could. Todd had spread the word. Plus I’d made a deal with Jackson, the janitor, to stay out when I was there. It’d turned into a sweet deal. I just had to stick around for his load after. Honestly I’d have done it no matter what. As far as Chuck. Pete had gone back East. Left quick after pozzing, after collaring him. There wasn’t a question as to what was gonna happen next. Pete had laid it down. Chuck would follow once the term was done. He’d been set up at one of the Ivies nearby. Didn’t have a choice. He belonged to Pete. Chuck stayed close til then. Trained with me every day. Progress came fast. Faster than mine ever had. Each week he looked different. His now smooth body shifted in ways that caught my eye. His shoulders broadened, pecs filled out. Back thickened. His legs did the same. The speed of it started to make me wonder. I finally asked Coach about it. He laughed. Said Chuck was cycling. He was the one administering. Told me Pete had decided. Chuck would be a roided out musclejock before Pete was done with him. Coach had told him not to mention it to me. I fucking loved it! Couldn’t wait see it complete. Chuck pumped. Skin tight. Pecs, shoulders blown. Back wide. But then started thinking about how I’d been putting in the work. Knew I’d never look like that. My way was different. Coach saw the envy start to creep in. He grabbed my caged junk. Told me to forget about it. Said I’d be natural. Said he’d fucking spent too much time getting me to this point to fuck up my balls. What came out of them. Sure I was just a cumdump for now. But was meant for better things. Chuck would always be a fucking cumdump. Would serve Pete’s boys at the Ivies for a long time. And it was up to me to make sure he’d be ready. Next day at the gym, I told Chuck I knew. He just smiled. Said he’d wanted to tell me. But wasn’t allowed. Said me of all people should know it was more than just about muscle. Said it was about becoming what he was meant to be. Said it started at Coach’s when the collar went on. He knew. Then when Pete took him to that gym after. It was a done deal. He was handed over to be broken. Stayed for days. Slammed, fucked. Begged for more. Every bit was Pete’s design. Pete told him again and again he’d be shaped to serve. Nothing else. Chuck sighed. Said once it started there was no way out. Admitted he lost it after. When he found out he was poz. Pete had already left. Told him to keep his hole shut. Not to take any loads. But Chuck fucking craved it. Good thing Coach was there. Got him through. I was surprised. Told him I had no idea. Coach hadn’t mentioned it. I’d been busy with school, my life. Cock. I grabbed him. Hugged him. Told him I understood. From the moment Coach fucked me. Pozzed me. I was his. Then he turned to me. Like he was gonna say something. Like he wanted to admit he’d wished it’d been me that’d done it. Yeah. I knew. We’d spent enough time together to figure it out. Then he shut it down. Said he’d be flying out the next day. I felt it hit. If I’d have done it. Things would’ve been different. For him. For me. But it wasn’t me who did it. But I could do something else before he left. I didn’t fucking care what Pete said. Coach said I had to get him ready. His word was law. So I grabbed Chuck’s hand. Led him back to the spot. My spot at the back of the gym. I tossed my gear. The guys saw it. Closed in like usual. I cut them off. Said it was just Chuck. But they could watch. They froze. Chuck’s sweaty pecs rose slow, heavy. His stare on me. I got on all fours. Offered up my hole. Begged for his load. For a second he hesitated. Then I locked eyes on him. Told him I knew I’d be the first to take it. Promised him someday he’d take mine. But first he had to give me his. He took a deep breath. Nodded once. Smirked. Pulled on his cock. I moaned. Could see his balls. He was on his way. Told me I was a goddamn fucking muscleslut. That he’d make me proud the next time I saw him. I told him to just do it. Fucking breed me. Then he growled. Shoved it in. Balls deep. I let out a moan. Felt his roided body fuck me. No doubt. Chuck was using me. I was fucking grateful for it. Fucking needed it. He jackhammered my hole. Grabbed, slapped my ass with every thrust. I yelled like a fucking animal the whole time. Wasn’t long til I felt my body spasm. Nerves in my hole fired. He’d fucking made my hole cum! Ass juices covered his cock. Still he kept on. The guys couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. Chuck was raging now. His jaw was tight. Sweat covered his body. Then he reached down. Grabbed my waist. Spread his legs. Pulled me up against his pecs. I was sitting on his lap now. Then went for it. I steadied myself on his thighs. Fucked myself on his cock. Cage in full view of all the guys. Balls hitting his. We kept on like this. Then Chuck was close. Slammed me down. Fucking unleashed a huge load of toxic cum in me. I stayed there. Chuck in me. Saw the guys’ reaction. Were fucking loving it. I grunted. Got off him. Told them Chuck had been collared. Was on his way to being a fucking roided out cumdump. They looked at each other. It was Jack who took the lead. He walked up. Pushed Chuck on his back. Pressed his cock to Chuck’s hole. Next thing I knew Chuck’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist. I watched him. Pecs heaved from the pounding. Moaned like a whore. Begged for it. Jack pounded him. The guys lined up to be next. On it went. The place filled with a stench of sweat and musk. Then Jack roared. Erupted deep inside Chuck’s guts. Then it was on to the next guy. I watched the fuck train pull through. Finally I saw Chuck couldn’t take anymore. Told the guys it was over. He’d had enough. That I’d make up for it next time. Was good for it. Then I sat next to him. Watched his breathing slow to normal. He had a satisfied smile. Fuck it was hot. Prime musclejock had just been bred. Told him I knew he was gonna be ok. Was perfect for Pete. Was gonna be bigger. Harder. Exactly what he’d asked to be turned into that night. And I felt the pride. Not just for him. But for me. Cause I’d had a hand in it. Let Pete build him. Let Pete pump him full of roids. Turn him into a fucking monster. But no matter how big he got. No matter how hard Pete worked him. Chuck wanted my poz load. And I’d work to get ready to give it to him. Then Chuck was gone. Honestly, I missed him. But we kept in touch. We’d text, cam. I concentrated on bulking up. The days blurred. Training. Eating. Pushing weight. I wanted size. Wanted power. Chuck would send clips. Show me his progress. Bigger arms. Thicker pecs. I answered with mine. Every pound I gained. Every vein that popped out felt like a step closer. Coach thought it was about the program. His plans for me. But part of it was about Chuck. About the day I’d finally get to breed him. Months rolled by. I’d ended up living with Coach by this time. His place was right by campus, easy walk to class. Easy walk to the gym. I’d told my parents it made sense. Cheaper than the dorms, no extra fees. Life there had its own rhythm. Early mornings, heavy lifts. Late nights with plates of food. It felt like training never stopped. I got used to it. Every day was part of the program. And it showed. Guys noticed even more. Wherever I went, I drew eyes. Whispers spread when I passed. That I took cock. Any cock. One night I’d hit the pipe. Had just been fucked by Coach. Hard. I felt good. Layed back on the bed. Coach looked me over, pride showing. Said it was time to mark me. Time to carry it on my skin. I moaned. Got dressed right away. We drove out past campus. Into the industrial stretch of the city. Warehouses with busted windows, chain link fences everywhere. Cracked pavement lined the streets. The shop sat next to a bar with no windows. A bell rang when we walked in. The floor creaked. Walls were covered with old flash sheets. Then I saw him. Duke. The owner. A total skinhead. Fifties, shaved head, muscular. Polo stretched across his pecs. Arms heavy with ink. Jeans cuffed high above red laced boots. Coach introduced me. Then told him to do his thing. He led me to the back room. I looked around. The light was harsh, buzzed overhead. Strong odor of bleach hung in the air. Machines set up. Counters cluttered with bottles. The chair sat in the middle, worn leather, steel frame. Waiting. I stripped down. Stood there. Caged. Nothing else. Duke whistled. Told Coach he’d picked a good one this time. Coach gave a small nod, smiled. Then unlocked me. I dropped in the chair. The leather felt cold. Almost sticky on my back. Duke tilted the chair. Adjusted the armrest. Played with my balls. Started to stroke me. Then snapped on the gloves. He turned on the machine. Leaned in. Held my cock. “Cock’s built right,” he said, his eyes taking it in. The shape of it. “The ink’ll settle clean, like it belongs. It’ll fit him.” I looked at Coach. He just grunted. Said he knew I could take it. I took a deep breath. The needle bit sharp. Quick. I held myself firm. Shoulders square. The machine buzzed steady. The sting fucking burned. But I let it ride. Discipline held me still. About halfway through Duke glanced up once. Saw I was solid. Then kept going til he was done. He set the machine down. Wiped off the blood. I pushed up from the chair. Walked to the mirror. The scorpion sat there. Sharp. Clean. Black lines of its legs coiled tight around my shaft, tail raised. Ready to strike. It marked me. Showed I’d proven myself to Coach. Coach stepped in close. Grabbed my balls. Hard. Studied the lines. “Fuckers perfect,” he growled at me. “Every time you get hard, it’ll be ready to strike.” I moaned. Said I’d done it all for him. Coach just rubbed my head. Then Duke called me back to the chair. Wiped me down. Laid saniderm across the fresh ink. Wrapped it. Coach then tossed me a white jockstrap. Said I had to wear a clean one til it was healed. I nodded. Winced when I felt my loose junk fill the pouch. It’d been a long time since I’d been worn one without my cage. Coach laughed. Told me the cage was just for show now. I saw Duke watching me, grabbing his crotch. I turned to him. Told him I fucking loved it. He nodded. Told Coach to bring me back for any other pieces. Also said Mark, his husband, would love to get some metal on me. I moaned. Grabbed my nips. Pictured them with thick bars. Coach just smirked. Said he’d think about it. Duke said good. Just let him know when. Then Duke walked up to me. Growled. Told me it was time to pay up. I dropped. Quick. Looked up at him. Could see his hard cock bulging from his bleachers. I groaned. Looked at Coach. Saw him mouth the words “Good boy.” I reached up. Unbuttoned the fly. Fucking beer can cock popped out. His ball sac was next. Then the smell hit me. A combo of musk, piss, old cum hit me. I started drooling. I took him down. He leaned in. Took hold of my nip. Gripped it between his fingernails. I let out a moan. Told him harder. Duke grunted. Grabbed hold of the back of my head. Shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my throat. Swallowed him whole. The faster he fucked me. The more I worked it. The sound of his breath. Rough and sharp. Told me he liked it. Then he pushed me off. Told me it was just the start. To follow him. I sat there on my knees. Sweat pouring off. Could see him walk past a curtain. I went in. Saw a sling hanging there. Duke grabbed me. Tossed me on it. Tied me to the chains. He stood between my spread-out legs. Checked out my exposed hole. Said it was obvious I’d taken lots of cock. I moaned. Told him it was thanks to Coach. He didn’t respond. Just sank two fingers in me. My eyes rolled back. Begged him to breed me. He growled. Spread me open with his fat cock. I tensed. Felt it stretch me. Slide completely in. Then he started slow, then faster. I couldn't get enough. I filled the room with my groans. Then Coach was next to me. He grabbed my head. Told me to open up. I obeyed. He shoved his hard cock in my mouth. All the time Duke kept it up. Until he pulled back. Left only the tip in me. Then he grunted. Shoved it all the way in. His thighs slapped against my ass. He went on like that. At the same time. I worked on Coach. Then Duke’s thrusts started to slow. Lengthen. I tightened my hole on his shaft. Sent him over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load. You fucking cunt!” he yelled, shoving his cock to the root inside me. I moaned. Felt Duke’s cock pulse. Fill me up. It was Coach’s turn now. Could feel him start to shudder. I latched on. Hard. Took his load next. Then they stood there. Looking down at me. My hole, my stomach full of cum. I did go back a couple of weeks later. Duke wanted to see how I was healing. Told me I was doing great. That's when I met Mark. Coach had arranged it. I got my nips pierced. Nice thick barbells to help make them bigger. Fleshy. Made them stand out under my tight shirts. After everything was healed Coach had told me it was time. Time to meet Max. He’d been coming to the high school gym even after graduating. I laughed. Told him he’d broken his own pattern. Was glad to see he’d finally switched it up. Had kept the workouts even after graduation with this one. He just smiled. Told me to hit the school gym late that night. Max would be there, working out. I walked in. The smell of sweat hit me. Brought back memories. I nodded to Coach. He gave me a look. Like I had it. Then motioned for me to go in. I stayed crouched in the corner. Half in shadow. Like a soldier waiting on orders he couldn’t refuse. I stayed still. Silent. Waiting. He was on the bench. Saw his body strain against the weight. His pecs heaved. Arms trembled. He pushed through the last set. Sweat ran down his forehead, his pits. Coach had told me he was gay. Had been hassled by the jocks. I knew I could push him to want me. To want my cock. Make him obsess over it. Then make him beg me for my poz load. I kept watching him move. Saw myself in him. The same mistakes. Elbows locking too soon, pain biting deep. Coach had told me he’d eased up on Max’s training. Wanted him at the right place when I was ready. Then Max saw me. Thin tight tee stretched across my pecs, barbells obvious underneath. Shorts gripped my bulge. He sat up. Stared. It was clear. He wasn’t just impressed. This was gonna be easier than I thought. “You been here long?” he asked, not hiding what he was thinking. I stood. Slow. Deliberate. “Long enough.” I let it drop, casual but sharp. “You always lock your elbows too early on the press. That’s why your pecs still aren’t filling out right.” Max blinked. Caught off guard. “Wait. How do you know that?” I stepped closer. Voice steady. Smug. “Coach.” “You trained with Coach,” he nodded. Certain. Was the one who’d told him multiple times. I nodded once. His jaw tightened. His eyes went over me again. Fixed on the size. What Coach’s training could do. I stepped forward. Stripped to my jockstrap, “Here, let me show you.” Max froze for a second. Didn’t expect it. His eyes widened, breath caught. For a second, he just sat there, quiet. Tried to process it. Then he really took a look at me. My pierced nips stood out from my pecs. Abs carved. Thighs thick. Traps rising. Shoulders rounded. All built from the work I’d done since Chuck left. His gaze moved slow. Across my waist, lats. Then he saw my bulge. Cage poking through the sheer mesh pouch. Had a solid tube that held my cock to hide the scorpion. Yeah. I’d worn it special. Just for him. Wanted to show him what I’d given up. What I had to do. But didn’t want to give it all away. He groaned. It wasn’t just lust now. It’d turned to hunger. I moved to the bench. Motioned for him to watch. I layed back, gripped the bar. “This is how you breathe through it. How you keep control.” I pressed the weight, steady. Smooth. No elbows locking too soon. The bar rose. Fell clean. Max watched me work the weight. The way my pecs swelled with each rep. Then I racked the bar. Sat up. Looked at him, smiled. Knew Coach made him wear a jockstrap while he trained. I told him it was his turn. To strip down. Said it like he didn’t have a choice. Told him that’s the way it was supposed to be. He stripped fast. Eager. It showed in the way he stood. I nodded. He slid onto the bench. I moved to spot him. Made sure to stand close. Bulge right over him. His grip was clean. Motion steady. Strong form. But I caught it quick. Elbows locked too soon. “Don’t lock it yet. Stay under the weight. Control it.” I told him, squatting down to hold his arms. To get my junk closer. He tried not to moan. But he did. I took control. Barked at him. Told him to fucking concentrate. Then he took a breath. Adjusted. Pressed smooth. Every rep solid. I looked down at him. Studied him. Caught his eyes checking out my pouch. Could see him watch how it held my junk. Max finished his set, racked the bar. Sat up. He looked at me, curious. His cock was hard now. I smiled. Liked the bulge it made. Would definitely enjoy it. But pushed that thought to the side for now. “What’d you do? To get there?” he asked, looking me up and down, then my cage. “To be like that?” I held his eyes. “A fucking lot of hard work. Dedication. I gave myself over to Coach. Everything he put me through was worth it. He made me into this.” I paused. Made sure the next part hit right. Wanted to make sure he understood. “Made me his boy. His musclejock.” It took a couple of seconds. But Max understood. He’d been around Coach long enough to feel it. To think about Coach that way. That's when I told him that I’d been where he was now. Thoughts about Coach had taken over til I had to do something about it. He nodded. Still staring. Processing. Said he wasn’t sure he could handle all of it. Go through what I did. I growled. Told him that’s why I was there. Told him to look at me. I started posing. Flexing. Said there’s so much fucking more to it than size, than muscle. Then I moved closer. Bulge now in his face. By now I’d figured he was too much into it to run. I wanted to be honest with this one. He deserved at least some truth. Coach had told me his folks had just kicked him out. Had to leave the dorms in a couple of weeks. Couldn’t get back in until classes started again in the Fall. We had a plan. But it depended on what was gonna happen that night. I took a deep breath. Looked him in the eyes. Said it. “Coach trained me to take cock. Any cock. I’m a fucking cumdump now. That's part of what it takes. Waddaya think about being turned into one?” He leaned in. Hunger in his eyes. It wasn’t about not having a place to live. Could see he craved it. He stood. Steady. His hand pressed against my pecs. Felt the shape. The smooth hardness. Fingers brushed the barbells. He paused. Then moved down to my junk. Grabbed it. Felt the weight of the tube. My full balls underneath. His breath shifted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the metal meant obedience. He’d be owned. Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away. Told me he’d never been fucked. I smiled. Saw Coach just outside the doorway. Told Max it was ok. Told him I was a virgin before Coach. That he’d helped me get used to it. How I fucking craved it now. How I’d lined up a spot in the bathroom at the campus library. Max grinned. Told me he’d heard talk about some guy doing it there. Had always wondered who it was. I laughed. Told him now he knew. Could get him a spot next to mine if he wanted. Max watched me say it. Saw I meant it. I asked if he’d thought about it. Taking cock. He took a breath. Said yeah. He had. I growled. Told him to look at me. Give me a fucking answer then. Did he want to be like me. Or should I just leave. Let him go on with his life. Max’s breath broke sharp. Said he wanted it. Was positive. I laughed when he said that word. That’s when Coach stepped in, grin sharp. Wrapped his arms around Max. Held him close. Thin shorts the only thing between his cock and Max’s ass. Said that’s what he wanted to hear. Said now we go to his place. That’s where it starts. We left the gym. On the way, Coach and I set the rest of the plan. Max followed close. At Coach’s, Coach told Max to strip. Everything. Max swallowed. Looked at me. I was already down to my jockstrap. He moved in. Tossed his clothes fast. Could see he was nervous. His cock limp. Coach and I circled him. Talked about him like he was a fucking piece of meat. Then told him to flex. Felt his muscle work under our hands. I ignored his cut cock. I’d seen the bulge when he was hard. Had no problem with it. We told him his body was solid. But had a ways to be like me. His lines were softer. Muscle needed to be carved out. Told him he had the start. Max heard it. Knew what it meant. Also knew what would happen if he didn’t take our offer. No way around it. It’d be rough until he could get back in the dorms. But he told us it wasn’t about not having a place to live. He really wanted it. Would give himself over. Then I took off my jockstrap. Lit a pipe. Max saw me take the hit. Let it settle. Exhale down over the chrome tube on my cock. Balls pushed out by the tight ring around them, around my shaft. He groaned, mouth open. Could see he was into it. Would be fine with the T. I tossed him the jockstrap. Told him Coach gave it to me. Was Coach’s before that. Was his now. Max pulled it on quick. Then Coach told him to step up. Get to know my body. Max moaned. Moved in. Felt my muscle. Traced the lines. All the time I blew clouds on him. Told him to breathe it in. He did. His fingers pressed harder, learning. All the time he took in the clouds. Then Coach told him to look close. Said I was smooth. Skin tight. Every line clean. Said he wasn’t. Max growled. Said he wanted to strip down to that same smooth cut. I grunted. Said I’d shave him down once we settled into our routine. He just moaned. Asked how often I did it. Shave. I grabbed his hand. Ran it across my face. My pits, balls, ass. Then down to my hole. I left it there. Could see him finally getting hard. I handed him the pipe. Lit it. Told him I didn’t need to shave anymore. That he’d be the same down the line. If he got that far. He took to the pipe like a pro. Could see it wasn’t his first time. I growled. Told him there was plenty. He just took another hit. Grabbed my neck. Pulled me into him. I felt his warm lips on mine release a big cloud. I grabbed his waist. Took it in. He kept hitting the pipe. Feeding it to me. Fuck! It was getting to me. I’d almost forgot the plan. Coach saw it. Walked up behind Max. Slipped his cock between his asscheeks. Max tensed. Looked at me. Nervous. I told him it was ok. Told him to be honest. Always be honest with us. He sighed. Said he wanted me to be his first. Not Coach. I kissed him. Coach laughed. Told him it was ok. That was the plan. It’d be just him and me for now. But Coach would fuck him sooner or later. No getting out of that. Max grinned. Relaxed. Then followed me to the bedroom. When we got there I handed him another pipe. He took it quick. Grabbed the torch. Warmed the bowl. I laughed. Told him I liked a boy who knew how to work a pipe. He growled. Inhaled. Said he’d had lots of practice. Told him I was surprised he’d never been fucked with all the practice. He just looked at me. Told me he wasn’t a total virgin. That got me going. I couldn’t help it. I went down on him. Started to suck. Got him totally hard. He moaned. Blew the clouds down on me the whole time. Fucker was as twisted as me! Then it hit me. What’d get him begging for my load. I let go of him. Asked him if he’d ever slammed. He hadn’t. But told me he wanted to try. Perfect! I told him. I got up. Grabbed a rig from the dresser drawer. Next I wrapped the tourniquet around his bicep. Could see he was watching close. I kissed his vein. Explained the whole process. Then slammed him. Saw him fall back on the bed. Eyes roll into his head. Fucker was flying. Then he sat up. Looked at me. Fucking green eyes got more and more dilated. I stood back. Started flexing. Posing. My lats flared. Traps rose. He sat there drooling on the edge of the bed. I watched him go for his cock. Start stroking it. But it was going soft. It was a good sign. He kept trying until I stopped, walked up to him. My caged cock in front of him. I grabbed my balls. Told him he didn’t need it. Not tonight. He moaned. Begged me to fuck him. I growled. Unlocked my cage. Tossed it. My cock jumped out. Told him I wasn’t just gonna fuck him. Was gonna breed him. He groaned. Mouth open, played with his now his limp cock again. Then he saw the scorpion. Knew what it meant. But it was me that made him choose. Not because he was tweaking. Told me he didn’t fucking care. Wanted to be just like me. Begged me to do it. Breed him. I walked up. Guided his head to my cock. He opened his mouth. Took it in. Fuck it felt so good! I started to pound the back of this throat. Choke him. Gag him. Then told him it was time. Get on his back. Wanted him to see the fucking musclejock fucking him. He scrambled. Spread his legs. I climbed on the bed. Slid my hard cock over his hairy hole. Told him I liked it. But would be even better shaved. He moaned. Said to do it. Make it smooth for my cock. I growled. Got up to get the water, shaving cream. Razor. That’s when I saw the red light of the camera. Coach was streaming it to the others. I worked the shaving cream around his hole. Max just layed there, loving the feeling of the razor taking off the hair. I wiped off the remains. Better. I said. Then fingered him. Worked his hole. He was too far gone to feel the scrapes. To him it felt good, nerves shooting through his hole. All the time he begged to be bred. I just smiled. Worked his hole til his pink ass juices coated my fingers. Then it was time for my cock. I tossed him a bottle of poppers. Told him to use it. He hit the bottle hard. I pushed in deep. Could tell he was hurting at first. But then got used to it. His hole relaxed around my cock. That’s when I pulled back. Rammed into him. Thrust deep. Long. Could tell the poppers, the slam were working. He started to move with me. Push back on my cock. Told me he wanted more of it. I just growled. Leaned into him. Asked if he really wanted to be like me. Told him that’d he’d have to be pozzed. He groaned. Pushed back like a hungry slut. Told me I didn’t have to ask. Just do it. Poz him. I grabbed his shoulders. Kissed him. Rammed it all the way in. That's when he let out a deep grunt. Fucking cum exploded from his limp t-dick. I kept on. Felt his hole flex around my cock. Then I felt Coach on top of me. Fat cock against my hole. I moaned. Told him to breed me. Needed to know I was still his. He growled. Told me I’d always be his fucking poz musclejock. Then gave me all of it. Told me I was doing good. Would bring more for me when they were ready. I went crazy. Pounded Max. Fucked myself on Coach. I finally knew this is what it was all about. I was a fucking pozzed musclejock breeder now. I’d pass on Coach’s DNA to Max. Others. Coach would live forever. Sweat drenched the bed. It couldn’t get any better. I knew I was getting close. Could feel Coach was too. Told Max to tighten up. I did the same. Coach was grunting now. Slamming hard into me. Pushing me deeper into Max. Then Coach hollered. Unloaded. I followed quick. Flooded Max deep with my hot toxic load. Coach pulled off me. Left me with Max. I pulled out. Sat back against the headboard. Raised my hands behind my neck. I looked down at him. Saw the look he gave me. Same one I’d given Coach that first night. Knew what he was thinking. He’d do anything I said now. Then he crawled over to me. Licked my cock clean. The cock that just pozzed him. Yeah. I was certain of it. Had gotten my viral load nice and high just for this. Coach came back later after a couple more rounds. He grinned. Jumped into the bed next to me. Told Max he’d stay with us until it was time to go to the dorms. Max moaned. Said he wanted to stay with me. With Coach. Not the dorms. I smiled. Wiped the sweat from his face. Told him he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. He looked up. Gave a shit eating grin. Then put his head on my lap. Nursed my cock. He was fucking adorable. For a second I thought about what would’ve happened. If I hadn’t asked Coach for help in high school. Maybe I’d be ok. But here I was. Where I was meant to be. With Coach. With my first. Max. I didn’t know what’d happen next. Coach had switched things up with me. Had even more with Max. Then there was Chuck. He was still out there. Waiting. I sighed. Coach saw the look on my face. Knew it had to be about Chuck. He grunted. Grabbed hold of my balls. Squeezed. Like a farmer checking out his award-winning harvest. Then he turned on the monitor. It was Chuck. Stripped down. Collared. Caged. Fucking roided out. Almost unrecognizable now. Pete was behind him. Could see his laddered cock covered in lube. I groaned. Remembered how it felt. How it shredded me. Then in it went. Chuck just grunted. Kept on like normal. Told me he’d watched the whole scene. Fucking loved it. Then reminded me of the promise I’d made. I laughed. Told him I couldn’t wait. But would have my new boy with me. Fuck! It felt good to call him my boy. Chuck growled. Begged Pete to go harder. Then told Max I’d been the only one to take a poz load from him. That the roids had fucked up his junk. He couldn’t even get it up now. He’d always be just a fucking cumdump. But Max could drop a load in him once it’s official. Once he’d taken my load first. Max growled. Said done. So that’s where we’re now at. Waiting for Chuck to come for a visit. The three of us are together. Me? I’m prepping for my first show. Yeah. Coach says I’m finally ready. But Max is the one to watch. What he’ll turn into. I warned Coach not to push it. Let him work out what he’ll be. Maybe old school like Coach. Maybe more like me. Or like Chuck. Honestly I think he’s leaning towards the roids. I see the look on his face when we talk about Chuck. I’ve already got the collar picked out. Just in case. And who knows what else Duke and Mark can come up with for me. For Max. Basically, life is good now. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

Part 2 The next morning hit like a fever dream that refused to break. I woke up tangled between them in the tent, the air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled whiskey. Sunlight cut through the nylon walls in thin, golden blades, striping our naked bodies. My hole throbbed, tender and used, a dull ache that made me shift and immediately feel the dried cum cracking on my stomach and face. Ryan was already half-hard against my thigh, his morning wood pressing lazily into me like it belonged there. Jack was behind me, his arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck. Neither of them spoke at first. Ryan just rolled over, grabbed the back of my head, and fed his cock into my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. No "good morning," no hesitation—just the salty taste of him, already leaking, sliding over my tongue while I was still blinking sleep from my eyes. Jack stirred behind me, chuckled low, and reached down to spread my cheeks. He spat once, and pushed two fingers into the mess they’d left. They slipped in easily, no resistance, just a wet sound and my own muffled moan around Ryan’s cock. “Still open from last night,” Jack muttered, his voice rough with sleep. “Good boy.” They didn’t rush. They used me slowly, like I was part of the morning routine. Ryan fucked my throat steady and deep while Jack worked me open again with his tongue, then his fingers, then his cock—bare again, sliding in raw and slick with leftover lube and cum. I took it without thinking. My body knew what it wanted now. We didn’t crawl out of the tent until noon. When we finally did, it was like nothing had changed, and everything had. The world felt sharp and overly real after the close, humid dark of our nest. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the musky, scents of debauchery and whiskey that still clung to my skin. There was an unspoken choreography to our movements. I started the fire back up, while Jack wrestled with the grill and Ryan set up the percolator, the clatter of metal and the hiss of the stove the only sounds between us. It was almost domestic, almost, in a primal sort of way. After we’d choked down breakfast, I took the stack of greasy plates down to the lake’s edge. The water was a sheet of dark glass, reflecting the sky. I was on my knees, scrubbing at a plate with sand, when the stream hit me. It was hot and shocking, arcing over my shoulder and splashing across my back. I flinched, looking up to see Ryan smirking, pissing on me with a lazy, confident arch. “Taste it, freshman,” he laughed, the sound echoing across the water. Before I could even react, Jack came barreling past me in a flying leap, hitting the water with a tremendous splash that soaked me to the bone. “Get in here, you filthy whore!” he yelled, surfacing with a gasp. Ryan laughed and jumped in after him. The cold was a physical blow, a vise closing around my chest, stealing my breath. They were on me in an instant, their hands rough, scrubbing me raw, calling me their filthy whore while I grinned and splashed back. Later, naked on our camp chairs, we air-dried under the sun like lizards. Our bodies glistened, and the warmth seeped back into my bones, chasing away the cold. We passed a joint back and forth, the smoke curling up into the pines, each hit followed by a long pull from a cold, sweaty Pabst. The world felt soft again, hazy at the edges. Every time I bent over to grab another beer from the cooler, a hand—Ryan’s, Jack’s, it didn’t matter—would connect with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that was more punctuation than punishment. We fished air drying naked on the chairs, our bodies glistening in the sun, passing a joint back and forth along with some cold Pabst's. They’d slap my ass when I bent over to grab another beer. Ryan, sitting closest to me, put his hand on my thigh, pulling my leg closer and spreading me open. He aggressively found his way into my hole again. "You’re still hungry, aren't you, freshman?" he said. “You’re gonna be sore for days,” Jack grinned from his chair, watching the show, smirking while sipping his beer. Ryan grabbed my hand and led me to the truck, where he slammed me down onto the cool metal of the tailgate. The sun was on my back, but his shadow fell over me. He leaned in close, his fingers teasing my rim as he whispered, “You want some dick, bro?” Jack appeared at his side, phone in hand, the lens already pointed at us. He held the small brown bottle to my nose. “Yeah, freshman. Open that hole for my bro.” The poppers hit me like a wave, a dizzying rush that melted my bones and turned the world into a pulsing, urgent thing. With both hands, I reached back and spread myself open for him, an offering. Ryan spat on my hole, the impact a sharp spark. He smacked my tender ass with the head of his cock, then pushed. He entered me slow and blunt, a deliberate, unyielding pressure that stole the air from my lungs. I recoiled, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming delight of my own submission. He pulled out, spit on himself again, and sank back in, deeper this time. A yelp escaped my lips. “Take it, bitch. You know you want it,” Jack said, his voice tight with excitement. With my head turned to the side, writhing in a pleasurable agony, I found the words. “Fuck me, bro.” Jack hopped into the flatbed, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and fed his cock into my waiting mouth. “Choke on it, freshman.” He was filming, not with malice, but with a kind of pride, as if he were capturing the exact moment I shed my old skin and became this new, hungry thing. Ryan’s pace quickened, spurred on by my muffled moans and the sound of me gagging. He came in a series of sharp, jerking thrusts, a warmth that bloomed deep inside me. A moment later, Jack’s grip tightened in my hair, and he held me down as he filled my mouth. We were so lost in our own world, our own little universe of sweat and skin, that we never heard the car pull up. Not the crunch of tires on the gravel, not the footsteps on the dirt. We only heard the throat-clearing, the loud, pointed “Ahem,” that cut through the haze like a knife. We all froze. A park ranger stood by the fire pit, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, his expression unreadable as he scanned the scene: me, naked and bent over the tailgate, Ryan and Jack with their dicks still out, the phone still clutched in Jack’s hand. “What’s going on here, boys, huh?” he asked, his voice flat and clinical. He commanded, “Go put some clothes on and get me the beers.” We scrambled, the spell broken. We did exactly as he said, our movements clumsy and sudden. He let us off with a warning, his lips a thin, disapproving line. “I’ll be back. Keep it clean, boys,” he said, then got in his truck and headed off down the trail. A heavy silence descended. “Shit, man,” Jack said, finally breaking it. “That fucker took the weed.” “Don’t worry, bro,” Ryan said, a slow smile spreading across his face as he nodded toward the trail. “We have backup.” The tension from the ranger’s visit evaporated in the crackle of the fire Ryan built back up. As the flames took hold, he laid four thick steaks on the grill, the scent of searing meat and wood smoke a powerful, grounding force. We were still buzzing with adrenaline and the lingering thrill of being caught. It was in that charged quiet that I heard it—a low, distant rumble that grew into the distinctive, guttural roar of a motorcycle. It pulled into our clearing, engine cutting off to leave a ringing silence. A young man swung off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm. He was lean, with a sharp, confident gaze that took in the three of us. “Hey,” he said, nodding at Jack and Ryan. He shrugged off a heavy backpack, setting it down with a thud that sounded like a promise. He unzipped it, revealing a dark forest of beer, and a gleaming flask of whiskey. “Got the goods?” Jack asked, a hopeful edge to his voice. The guy—Alex—smiled, a slow, knowing thing. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, baggie, the green inside vibrant even in the dimming light. A collective sigh of relief went through us. We rejoiced, the moment feeling like a successful heist, and returned to the fire, our spirits renewed. The brothers introduced me, and we all fell on the food like wolves, devouring our meal under the darkening sky, washing it down with cold beer. The firelight danced in Alex’s eyes as he looked at me, a new, hungry appraisal in his gaze. He set his beer down, his voice cutting through the crackle of the flames. “You want to drink my beer, smoke my weed, then you eat and fuck my hole,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He looked from me to the brothers. “I always bitch out for these two, but now you. Eat my hole, faggot.” He stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall. He bent over a log, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my face right into his ass. The world shrank to that single point of contact—the heat of him, the taste, the raw intimacy. He went down on Ryan as he ground against my face, his movements fluid and practiced. “Alex is a good friend,” Jack said, his voice a low rumble of approval. “He always gets us off. I think he likes you, freshman. Now get in that boy’s ass.” I pulled back, gasping for air, but Jack’s frustration was immediate. “No, freshman,” he growled, pulling my head out by the hair. He pressed the poppers bottle to my nose again. “Deeper.” The rush hit me, and the world dissolved into a haze of need. Jack shoved my face back into Alex’s ass, and this time, I lost myself completely. Alex started to wiggle, gyrating on my face, his moans vibrating around Ryan’s cock. I felt Jack’s hands on me, slick with lube, stroking my own hard cock, jerking me in time with Alex’s movements. “You like this boy’s ass, freshman?” Jack asked. I could only manage a muffled, “Uh-huh.” “I think you should fuck him, freshman,” Jack commanded. “Fuck yeah, bro,” Alex mumbled, releasing my head. I rose, my legs unsteady, and guided myself into him. He was tight, hot, and yielding. I started to move, finding a rhythm. Alex pulled off Ryan’s cock, turning his head to look back at me. “Come on, bro, fuck me,” he urged. I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug in, burying myself to the hilt. Jack fed Alex more poppers, and Alex’s body went pliant, then he started to ride me, taking control. “Who taught you how to fuck, bro? Your mother?” he taunted, his voice breathless and sharp. In a sudden, powerful move, he pulled off my cock, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees on top of a log. He kicked my legs apart and rammed his cock into me. It was thick and blunt, a tree trunk of a thing that forced a yelp from my lips. “This is how you fuck, bro,” he grunted, pounding me without mercy. The pleasure was so intense it was agony. “Yes, sir,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Take it, bitch,” Jack said, appearing in front of me. He fed me poppers and shoved his cock in my mouth, the dual assault overwhelming my senses. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the spit and precum. Ryan moved around us, a shadow in the firelight. “Hold your hole open, freshman,” he commanded. I reached back, spreading my cheeks for him as he took a photo. The flash was blinding in the dark, a sudden, harsh light that captured my total surrender. “For the memories,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied smirk. I didn’t even flinch. I wanted them to have it. I wanted to be a memory, a story they would tell. I wanted to be theirs. They used me in turns, a slow, deliberate rhythm. One in my mouth, one in my ass, then they would switch without a word. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire, the wet slap of skin on skin, and my own moans, guttural and unashamed. I was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel to be filled. The poppers were a constant, a chemical haze that kept me floating just above the pain, lost in a sea of pure sensation. Moaning like a bitch every time one of them used me. I begged them to “breed me”, words I’d never said out loud before that weekend. When they did, one after the other, I came so hard I saw white. When Ryan obliged, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he emptied himself deep inside me, my own orgasm ripped through me. It was violent and blinding, a white-hot explosion that left me shaking and spent, my body convulsing in the dirt. Jack followed, then Alex, each one leaving their mark, their warmth mixing inside me until I was overflowing with them. When they were finished, they simply pulled out and retreated to the chairs, leaving me kneeling and gasping in the firelight. They sat back, sated and watching me with a lazy, proprietary gaze. “Beer,” Jack said, not a question, but a command. I pushed myself up on trembling legs, my body aching and numb, and walked to the cooler. I fetched them fresh beers, my hole slick and leaking, my legs unsteady. I served them, then knelt by the fire, feeling their cum ooze out of me, a slow, warm trickle down my thighs. I felt like a grateful little slut, and I’d never been more content in my life. We eventually passed out in the tent, the four of us, a tangled pile of naked limbs, wrapped in each other's filth and warmth. Sunday morning was softer. The light was amber and hazy, the fire nothing but glowing embers. I awoken last, the taste of them still in my mouth. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and knelt by the fire, giving morning head to whoever stirred first, then the next, then the next. They passed me around like a joint, their hands sleepy and gentle in my hair as the coffee pot gurgled over the flames. After the coffee, they bent me over the familiar log one last time. They fucked me slowly, almost reverently, in the quiet morning light. Ryan first, then Jack, then Alex, each one finishing in my ass while I knelt in the dirt, a grateful supplicant. Their combined release oozed out of me, mixing with the sweat and the morning dew. My legs numb and shaking, Ryan wiped a thumb across my hole, pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean for him. Fuck that taste is amazing. As we started to break camp, I noticed the fishing poles in the back of the truck, pristine and untouched. A smile touched my lips. We never once touched them. Can’t wait to go fishing again On the drive home I sat in the middle again, my head on Ryan’s thigh, Jack’s hand tangled in my hair. Every time we hit a bump in the dirt road, I felt a phantom echo of them inside me, a deep, satisfying ache. Ryan traced lazy circles on my neck. “Same time next month?” “Oh yeah,” I nodded, I said, voice hoarse. “Any fucking time you want bro”. My throat raw, body wrecked, sore and floating, heart pounding like I’d finally found where I belonged. The lake disappeared behind us, but I could still taste wood smoke and them every time I breathed in. That weekend was a sacred bond between us, and a fantasy come true. Fishing with the boys had a new meaning for me after that, which repeated as often as we could.

I just joined the site formally, having read along for a long time, to congratulate Uncut300 on one of the best ever contributions to the literature that has egged me on for a long time. I think I know what I want and need. This is epic, beautiful, and human. People who don't experience the chasing drive will find it repellant, but we who do... shot a load when Jac completed this phase.

So.... excellent story. I rarely do it, but it deserves a comment. First of all, the things that work. It is well written. Some typos here and there, but it is generally flowing and an appreciable lexicon. I particularly enjoyed the firat half, and I noticed a couple of attempts at adjusting tone and words to reflect the characters speaking. I also definitely liked the setting and the fact that you had a reasonable idea of the conclusion since the beginning and you did not stray away. Honestly, I think you have potential in improving characterization. I felt most of them to be rather flat. Everybody (butthe obvious villain) is helpful and cheerful and honest and successful and happy. I definitely enjoy reading about positive charachters, but probably getting them to have some flaws would make them more unique and human, and add tension to the plot. I probably would have added some more doubts, fears, errors and regrets, especially on Jacob's side. Also, i missed a little bit on a conclusion to Jac's relationship with his family Anyway, impressive work. I enjoyed it thoroughfully, especially the first half

I am a sex addicted faggot just moved to LA. Looking for dom tops that want to whore my pussy out regularly. I can pay for a motel but prefer if you can host with easy access. Can be a masc jock or a feminized sissy whatever you prefer. HMU!

I generally go with the flow in terms of what does it for the top. I've been with one guy who pinned me down and fucked me ruthlessly while calling me "faggot," it did it for him which makes me happy! Some guys into race play have called me "little white boy faggot" or something like that. If it does for the top, within particular limits, I'm fine with it.

Like it doesn’t come close! Moment top starts eating my hole I’m on heat knowing im in for memorable fuck. It’s a sign this guy really loves Manhole 😈

Not at all versatile. I put up with it annually on my other half's birthday - he thought I had a great ass, but his taste (meaning me) was highly questionable in the first place. 😇

You just might need a break, that happens to us all.

Loving this story!

This isn’t grammar class. I did the best I could with one hand (and the other doing, well, u know…)

I've been taking dick since 1992 and overwhelmingly bareback. I've had boyfriends that would breed me daily for months and when I was younger I would get fucked multiple times per week with hookups, one of whom knocked me up. It's well over 1000

I always make sure to rim the top that's bred me. Him ans any fellow pig holes that are gaping and dripping

getting rimmed deep...

Rimming a hole does not mean an automatic transmission of Hepatitis like fucking a hole bareback does mean an automatic transmission or any std neither. Anyway I love to rim and be rimmed.

Will be in PS (with 50 other guys) on the SD Eagle bus trip on Sunday. Cum get some fresh meat! Stops include Toolshed and Arenas, but I know a lot of guys will pop into Club 541 as well. They're opening early for us!

***** 5 Star Rating!!! Great story, Excellent Characterization , Terrific ending. I think you deserve the 2025 Best Writing Award on BZ!!!!!!!!! Personally I'm hoping for a sequel - -Scorpion Pizza 2

Chapter 12 —— Buck ——— It was 9:00 pm and we had been in bed for the last seven hours or so. Jacob and I had been alternating between fucking and cuddling. Only breaking for to pee and to grab more water from the kitchen. I fear I have created a monster and I am loving every minute of it. After depositing 4 loads deep in his perviously virgin hole I don’t think there is a question he will be getting his tattoo soon. He will also be sore and tender the next few days. I tried to convince him to stop after our second round but he wouldn’t hear of it. “Ok boy, we need to get out of this bed and eat something. You have seriously depleted me!” I told him as I leaned over to where he was beside me curdled up against my ribs and kissed his head. ”Ok, I guess we could go eat then go to the hot tub to fuck!” He said with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “We can ger in the hot tub after dinner, but just kissing and cuddling. My balls are dry. Let’s grab a quick shower to wash the sex off then we can go make something real quick.” I said getting up from the bed and offering him my hand to help him up out of the bed. We walked to the master bath where I turned on the shower to let it get nice and hot. We got in and rinsed off helping each other get those hard to reach parts. Amazingly Jacob got rock hard again. My own dick plumped to half hard but then it waived the white flag and went down. Ah, the blessings of youth. We got out and dried off. Since it was just us we decided to stay naked. I had made sub sandwiches and added chips to the plate along with a glass of sweet tea. We took it to the kitchen nook and sat eating and talking. I checked in with how Jacob was feeling now that we were no longer in our bed of lust. He really liked bottoming, loved the feeling of skin on skin, and said he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of cum filling his hole. He admitted he was sore and may have overdone it. We agreed we’d give him a few days to recover before we’d have sex again. He also said he was really excited about the possibility of becoming one of the Scorpion Boys and was hopeful he got it tonight. He inquired about the tattoo, who did them, and we discussed the possibilities of where he wanted his after he tested poz. Once we’d finished eating and I knew he was good with everything that went on we went out back and climbed into the hot tub. We sat next to eachother with my arm wrapped around him. Talking some but mostly just enjoying the hot water and bubbles while watching the beautiful night. Around midnight we decided it was time to go to bed. I offered for him to stay the night but Jacob wanted go back at his apartment. Said he’d be to tempted to ride me in my sleep if we shared a bed. I laughed at that. He was really a good boy. Smart, funny, sexy, the whole package really. Back in the house Jacob got dressed and we hugged and kissed goodbye. I watched out the front window as he walked across the street to his apartment and I saw his light come on. I got ready for bed and laid down. Jacob was as good of a fuck as I thought he’d be. Plus he was a really good person. I was happy he’d be joining the scorpion boys. I hoped that he be around for a good long while. ——- Jacob ——— I woke up in bed with the warm sun filtering in through the window. I went to roll over and felt the soreness in my ass. That woke me up and gave me a boner at the same time. Yesterday Buck and I spent hours with his big raw poz dick in my formerly virgin ass. Now also probably formerly negative ass. I begged for his toxic cum all 4 times he was ready to breed me. Boy did he breed me. He flooded my hole super deep. I loved the feel of it as his seed coated my insides. It was a feeling I wanted to experience the rest of my life and as often as I could! I still wanted to try topping at some point, maybe I’d be vers. Especially if fucking a hole felt as good as getting fucked. But, I doubted it would and that at most I’d be a vers bottom boy. I picked up my phone and looked at the time and realized it was later than I thought. I wouldn’t be late for work, but I didn’t have any time to spare. I jumped in the shower to rinsed off and brushed my teeth and all that stuff. I went to the kitchen filling my travel coffee mug as my bagel browned in the toaster I had bought just a few days ago. As I was finishing putting the cream cheese on my bagel I heard my phone go off letting me know I had a text message. I grabbed it from my back pocket and it was a message from Ant saying to come outside for a surprise. My curiosity was peaked, so I grabbed a paper towel and put my breakfast on it. I carried it and my travel mug out to see what this “surprise” was. I had eaten most of my bagel by the time I got out and around the house to the front yard. Ant and Trev were standing around a red late model sedan with a third man I didn’t know. They had the hood of the car up and were looking through it. “Hey guys what’s going on? Did someone break down? Should I call like AAA or someone?” I asked as I got within talking distance. “Hey Jac, this is Ant’s cousin Mark. He told Ant he was selling a car and wanted to know if anyone was interested. Ant thought of you.” Trev said as he came up to me and gave me a side hug. “Yea, my grandma, not the one me and Ant share the other one, owned it till she passed. I got it after and really I don’t need it. It’s a good car. It’s 12 years old but only has 50 thousand miles on it. All back and forth to the church or the store.” He said as he and Ant walked up to me. He shook my hand, “I am Mark, nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. My name is Jacob. I mean I do need a car, but I am not sure if I have the money for it.” I said truthfully not wanting to waste his time. “Oh, we have that figured out. We can negotiate a price for it that you are comfortable with. Me and Trevor will cover whatever you can’t and you can pay us back in small installments.” Ant said as he shoulder hugged me like Trev did. “It’s in really good condition. Both the interior and exterior as well as the engine. It’s older, but it’s been well taken care of.” Trev told me with his signature happy big bro smile. “Well I guess I can at least look at it since you came all this way.” I said not sure how comfortable I was borrowing money for my friends. “You will love it! Granny took really good care of it. We weren’t even allowed to eat food in it.” Mark said as he went to move toward the car. Trev walked with me to he car and stayed with me as I checked it out. Walking around the car to see the outside up close and then opening the doors to looked inside. I didn’t bother with the engine all I knew how to do was check the oil and change a flat. As I examined it Trev explained it was a 2013 Toyota Camry, it has just over 50 thousand miles, which was extremely low for a car that age. It had regular oil changes and maintenance. There were a few minor paint blemishes and the normal ware and tear of people riding in it. In his opinion it was a good car and that Mark seemed to be open to a fair price. I had almost emptied my account when I got my apartment. It’s been 3 weeks and I had managed to put up around a grand, but I need half that for bills and food and stuff. Not to mention the cost of transferring the cart and registering it. Then insurance of course. It be nice to do but I didn’t see how it would work. I really did like the car. It was very nice. I turned to Mark and decide to get it over with and see just how out of my range it was. “It’s a good car. How much were you thinking for it?” I asked bracing myself. “Well seeing as your are Ant’s friend and I really just want to get out from under it and not have to show it to a million looky loos how about $8000 even.” He asked with a bright smile. “He will take it for $7500 and not a penny more.” A deep booming voice said from behind us. “Hey Buck man! How have you been. Haven’t seen you in a minute man!” Mark replied apparently having already been friendly with Buck. “Hey Mark good to see you man.” He said ad they did the bro hug thing. “Yea, I can do $7500. I should have known Daddy Scorpion would make sure one of his boys got the best deal possible.” He said to Buck before chuckling a little to himself. “Buck, I don’t have $7500. I am sorry Mark, I really would love to buy it but I just don’t have that much.” That got me an eye roll form Trev (not mean but just exacerbated), a head shake from Ant, and a stern look from Buck. “Ok we will do it this way. I will buy the car from you for $7500. Then we will get the title work and registration done in my name. But Jacob it will be yours to drive my boy.” He said then looked at me and said, “I will have any arguments out you, it’s getting cold and you need a car. We can talk about me selling it to you in a few months when you get more saved up. Does that work for you Jacob?” I knew he meant business. He had his Dom face on and was using his Daddy Scorpion voice. It wouldn’t do any good to argue. “Ok, but I will take care of all the maintenance, gas, and insurance. I won’t have you pay that.” I proposed hoping to save some face. “Fine, it’s a deal.” He said then turned to Mark, “Let’s go to my house. I can get you a check and you can sign over the title.” “Sounds good to me boss.” Mark said with the smile he had worn since I met him still shinning. “Trevor, you and Jacob better get going or you will be late. Just get the shop open and I will take care of the reports and the bank stuff when I get in.” Buck said giving us our marching orders. “Sure thing, we have it covered daddy. See you all later.” Trev replied to the group then turned to walk to his car. I couldn’t help but to go up to Buck and give him a big hug and kiss his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back then as we parted kissed me in the head. “Thank you daddy!” “You are welcome boy, now get going.” He said playfully chiding me to go. We clocked in right at 10:00 and set to work getting everything ready to open. Trev got me a clean register draw from the safe then left the front to me. He went to the back to get everything set up. We opened without a problem. Buck got there around 11:30 and jumped in helping with orders. The lunch rush went smoothly. After the rush Buck took yesterday’s money from the safe and went to his office to do the daily paperwork and deposit. I assembled pizza boxes between customers while Trev recovered the kitchen and got it set for the dinner rush. Ant, Lance, and Kenny joined us before the dinner rush. Buck sent me and Trev home around 7:00. Trev gave me a ride home. I’m the way I told him all about last night. My deflowering, my begging for his poz load, all the times he came in me. He congratulated me and wished me luck on getting the fuck flu. I went inside after Trev dropped me at home. I was excited and antsy and horny. I knew Buck had plans for after work with his parents so he wasn’t available. I tried jerking off, but that’s didn’t work. In desperation I decided to try the apps. I had been on before but deleted it after all I got was flakes, fakes, and creepy guys. I set up my profile and added a few pictures. Me in just a speedo, my butt, and a crotch shot in my undies. I didn’t show my face in the main page but had it, couple pics of my 7 in dick, and one hole pic in the locked album. I chatted on it as I made some food and ate. Then I put in a load of laundry and picked up some around the apartment. The tv was playing some show I’d seen a million times but was good enough to keep on in the background. I got a message from a profile that had a bare chested man as the only pic. The guy was ripped and his light brown skin looked so smooth. He had a small spattering of brown hair on his chest and a happy trail leading to his crotch which showed off his V lines. The pic cut off right above his crotch showing just the top of his pubes. “Did Scorpion Daddy get his boy addicted and then leave him home alone?” The message read. I looked at the profile again. Re-examining the stats and picture. The everything matched to Ant. His profile also said he was bi and was uncut, two more things matching to Ant. “Ant, you know Buck had that thing at his parents tonight. Plus I am not sure my hole could take another dick tonight. I was hoping to try topping.” I replied back with a chuckle thinking most people would be mortified if their boss caught them on a hookup app. “Ya, I remembered that. He’d be proud of you trying new things. He always encourages his boys to grow both at work and in their sex life. So how about you show me that sexy body?” I was slightly taken back by that. I knew everyone at work was very open and a few of the guys messed around but I’d never think Ant would be interested in me. Before I could respond he opened his locked album. The first picture was his smiling face. The second him laid out on his back in bed naked with his whole body showing including his soft, yet still big, uncut dick. The next couple were close up of his big hard 9 in uncut dick. The final two were of him from behind showing off a nice plump muscle butt. “Damn, you are hot! I’d love to try sucking that dick but I couldn’t take it up my hole. I am too sore.” I replied unlocking my pics. “That’s cool, we can just do oral. I may even let you fuck me if we get going good. I can stop by after work.” He suggested as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I don’t know, won’t Buck be mad?” I asked. I wanted to play with him especially since I’d never seen an uncut cock up close. However, I didn’t want to upset Buck. “Oh he won’t care. Everyone in the shop has fucked or been fucked by everyone else aside from me and Buck.” He assured me. “Ok, come over after work then. We can see how it goes.” I was excited at the prospect. I jumped in the shower to rinse off real quick. Then I brushed my teeth and gargled making sure I didn’t have bad breath. I spent the time waiting for Ant cleaning and fidgeting. I heard Ant’s bike go by on the street a little after 11. A minute later I received a text message telling me to give him 20 mins then he’d be over. I replied back telling him that he good. I went to my room and stripped and put on a jockstrap. I put my lube on the bedside table. I figured it be nice to answer the door in just my jock. I made once last check of the apartment before I heard a knock in my door. I answered the door and was greeted by Ant’s smiling face. His eyes roamed my body when he released what I had answered the door in. He didn’t waste any time on talking and stepped in the door closing it behind him as he pulled me against him and kissed me deep! His hands explored my entire body. My nips, my stomach, my ass, and finally he slipped his hand into my jock pouch. He took a firm grip around my hard dick and stroked it as we continued to make out. We stopped making out long enough to make it to the bedroom and strip Ant of his clothes before falling into bed. I put him on his back and started kissing him all over. His neck, chest, sucking his nipples, kissing down his rock hard abs, licking his v-line, then came face to face with his rock hard 9 inch fat uncut dick. Seeing as I’d never been up close and personal with an uncut dick I took my time examining it. I took it in my hand. It was hard and warm to the touch. Felt like any other dick till I went to slowly jerk it. The skin pulled back and where it used to cover the bottom of the head of his dick it now was under the head. So fascinating and hot! “Having fun with that cock boy?” He asked as he smiled down as me frown where he’d pulled hisself up on his elbows. “Yes, I have never seen and uncut one. I mean it’s only the second dick I have actually touched besides my own. But of all the guys I seen in the locker room none were uncut. Plus you got a huge schlong!! It’s super hot!” I said a little in aw. “Well then you should really taste it. Play with the foreskin a bit. Just not to hard.” I did just that. Licking the head to start. Then pulling the foreskin back up and licking under it as much as I could. With him so hard the skin was pretty tight to his shaft and head. But it tasted so good! I took the whole head in my mouth. Using my tongue to massage it. Then slowly I started to make my decent down his long dick. I got about 2/3 of the way down before I couldn’t take anymore. Ant praised me for how much I took. He then coached me on how to relax my throat and breathe better so that I got all but the last inch in my throat. That was so hot taking almost him to the balls. Then I decided I wanted to head further south. Buck let me lick his hole but wasn’t that into it. I wondered how Ant would like it. I stated to lick his balls, then his taint. He laid back and pulled his legs up showing me his tight hole that had just a little tuffed of brown hair around it. I dove in and started to lick and taste it. Ant’s moans told me he was loving it. He kept pushing his hole out just a little which was so hot. He also told me how good it felt and asked me finger him. I started with just one finger. I’d never felt the inside of a hole besides my own. I slowly added a second then a third. He help me find the small button in his hole that made his dick jump. “Thats the prostate baby. That’s what makes it feel so good. That’s what you want to rub your dick against.” He said breathlessly. “Ok, can I try sticking my dick in you now?” I asked excited at the prospect. “Hell yea, open me up with that hot cock baby!” He begged. “I have a condom over in my nightstand if you want me to use it. Buck probably infected me last night.” I offered know Ant wasn’t poz. “No, I am on prep and I don’t do condoms. Just use some lube, start slow, and go in raw.” I wasn’t going to argue against that. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I pulled it from the jock pouch and lubed it up. Lining my dick up with his whole and I pushed in slightly, then with a little more pressure till the head popped in. Ant moaned deeply as my first inch slipped into him. I continued to go deeper into him. His hole was tight, warm, and felt like soft velvet. It gripped my dick as I opened him. It felt amazing. I got all the way in and held it there for a minute. Ant bent up so that we could kiss as I held it there. “Your dick feels so good in me baby! Nice and deep! It’s sitting against my prostate right now!” He said. “Your hole feels amazing!! So tight and warm and soft. I don’t know if I will last long.” I admitted. When I pulled back to be able to start fucking him I noticed his uncut cock was leaking a ton of precum. “You and me both baby! Look at all that precum you have me dripping.” He said as he took a swipe of it with his finger and feed it to me. It tasted so good! My hips sort of automatically started to hump Ant’s sweet hole. Slow at first and then faster. I also started to fuck into him harder. He moaned louder the faster and harder I fucked him. His dick continued to leak lots of precum. I had been fucking him for 5 minutes at most when I knew it was gonna happen. If I stayed in his hole I was going to fill my boss with one of my last neg loads. “Oh fuck I am going to cum. Should I pull out?” I asked. “Fuck no, fill me up bay!” He demanded as he started to stroke his big fat uncut dick. Within 3 strokes I was flooding him deep. Making his hole home for my cum. He came almost immediately after I shot in him covering both of our stomachs and chests with his load. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath and recover from my orgasm. He pulled me up, my dick slipping from his hole, to where we were face to face. He kissed me softly as we cuddled in our postcoital bliss. “You did a great job baby! You really made my hole feel good!” He told me between kisses. “I didn’t last long. Your hole felt so good!” I said somewhat shyly at my lack of stamina. “Thats to be expected for your first time. If you do it more you will build up stamina. Don’t worry about it, you were great! Now let’s go shower and we can watch some tv and cuddle.” He said as he went to move us out of bed. We rinsed off playing with each other as we washed one another. Then we laid on the sofa naked cuddled up with a blanket over us as we watched tv. I must of fallen asleep because I woke up to a clothed Ant tucking me into bed. “You need your sleep for work tomorrow and I need to get home. Thank you for a wonderful night baby. Sleep tight” he whispered to me and kissed me on the head. I mumbled a response but I was so tired I doubt it made sense even to me. Then slowly drifted off to sleep. ————————— I hope you all like this chapter. Again sorry for the delay. As always I greatly appreciate the support and positive feedback!!

Chapter 10 —— Trevor ——- My body woke me up at 7:00 like it always does. I hadn’t needed an alarm since middle school. My body just knew when to wake me up. This weekend had been busy at work. Friday night was busy as usual. Saturday was the shops was the busiest I had ever seen it be. I worked from open to almost close to help us keep up. Ant told me that it was a record sales day for us. Yesterday (Sunday) was pretty steady with the normal rushes, but we had gone in early to help clean up from Saturday. I was drained from all the hard work and long hours. I forced myself to get out of bed and go for my morning run. I made a quick stop in the bathroom to relive my bladder then threw on my sweats and a t-shirt and was out the door. When I got back at 8:15 I went to my spare room where I had weights set up and did my routine. Working up a heavy sweat as I did my lifts finishing my workout at 9:30. Today was my day off so where I’d normally have to rush through my shower and have a quick breakfast, today I could take my time. I went to my bathroom and stripped off my soaked clothes. I looked in the body length mirror I had installed and examine my body. I had a competition coming up soon and wanted to look good. I’d been doing semi pro natural body building competitions since high school. I first competed at 17, which was 5 years ago. I was a skinny blue eyed red haired kid amongst older more built men. Now at 22 through hard work I had put on a lot of mass. My muscles were very well defined and bulged just right when I flexed them. Ginger hair covered the top of my head and there was a patch of it under my arms. The bush over my dick was also red and I keep it trimmed but close to natural. I shaved or waxed the rest. It looked best that way when I was under the lights on stage in my posing speedo. I only stood 5 feet and 7 inches tall, but my muscles and bulkiness always seemed to make feel threatened by me. So, I alway made it a point to be nice to everyone and not to be too loud or boisterous. However, if the situation called for it I would put my muscles to use defending my friends. When it came time to fuck I had a super fat 6.5 inch cock to plow my bottoms hole with. I was very dom in bed and always topped. My monstrously fat dick tearing up holes and flooding them with my toxic cum. I looked down and smiled at the red and black scorpion on my inner hip along my lower V. Shortly after I started at the shop I asked Buck what the story was about the scorpion. He explained the whole story and less than a week later I was doing what I never did, bottoming. He is still the only person I bottom for. When my test came back poz he took me to the tattoo shop and got me the matching scorpion all the Scorpion Boys wear. I got into the shower and washed myself off. Getting all the grim of my run and work out off of me while letting the steaming hot water sooth my muscles. As I got out and dried off I heard my mom call from the living room. It wasn’t unusual for her to come over but she normally called or texted first. I wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked through my bedroom I grabbed my phone and saw it’s battery had died some point. I internally cursed myself for being so foolish. What if someone really needed me!! I resolved to never do that again. My mom was standing by my sofa and next to her was Jacob. He looked excited and nervous at the same time. They had been talking before I entered the room. ”Good morning son, I hope your workout went well this morning!” My mom said as I bent down to kiss her cheek. “I heard someone knocking on your door and when you didn’t answer I came out to see who it was and there was Jacob.” “Mom (she instead all the scorpion boys and Buck called her that) was nice enough to let me in.” He finished the story. “Trev I tried calling you and texting you but I didn’t get an answer and I really need to talk to you if you are free today.” The nervous look was now winning out over the excited. I mentally kicked my self again for being so careless about charging my phone. My little bro obviously needed me and he couldn’t get a hold of me. I bet he biked all the way over here. Stupid Trev! “Sure little bro. I was just going to make some food. Would you like some?” I asked. “You boys stay here and talk and I will go make you something.” Mom instructed us as he kissed Jac on the cheek and hurried out of the door back across the yard to my parent’s house. “I am sure I have everything see needs in my kitchen but she won’t cook anywhere but her own if she can help it.” I explained to Jac while I chuckled to myself. ”Well that’s older people I guess, they like their routines.” Jac said nicely excusing my mom’s eccentricities. “Nope she is just looney, but I love her. So what’s up there buttercup.” I asked as I motioned for him to follow me to my bedroom so we could talk as I changed. “Well last night I went over to Buck’s after work. He made us a dinner that was to die for. You were so right about him being an excellent cook by the way.” He said remembering what I had told him about Buck’s cooking skills. “We had a nice night. I helped him prepare as much as I could. We talked as we cooked Ann’s ate. There was flirting going on big time.” His face blushing slightly red as he continued the story. I nodded as he told his story to show I was listening. I didn’t like to interrupt. I wanted the whole story before I said anything or gave any advice. When we got to my room I dropped my towel in the hamper by the door. He was still behind me as I walked naked across the room to my dresser. I didn’t think anything of being naked in front of Jac, he was like a brother to me and we all basically had the same thing down there. He continued his story as I opened my top drawer to hunt a pair of clean boxers. “After dinner he suggested we go for a dip in the hot tub. I agreed but when I went to get my trunks he suggested we skinny dip.” He said as if it were uber scandalous to skinny dip. I stopped myself from laughing at that. If only he knew the truely “scandalous” things I was into. I turned around having located my boxers now facing Jac. I was about to bend over to put them on when Jac gasped and practically ran across the room from the bed where he had been sitting. He got down on his knees in front of me and looked right at my junk. I was struck dumb for a minute till he spoke and it clicked. ”Your tat looks just like Buck’s. It’s so intricate and detailed. Very pretty.” He said as he looked at it. He moved his hand as if he was going to touch it then looked up pulling his hand back and got red in the face. “I am sorry Trev, I got carried away.” “It’s ok little bro. Go ahead touch it.” I said as I smiled to reassure him. Buck must have told him the meaning behind the scorpion. I wanted the rest of the story before I said anything though so after a minute I motioned for Jac to go back to the bed as I put on my boxers. I sat next to him as he told me about the rest of the evening. He seemed very chill about the whole thing. Not freaked about us all being poz or into gifting. His biggest concern seemed to be whether he wanted to go on prep or not. In explained to Jac my reasons for converting. I’d always been kinky, loved to push the boundaries. Liked the risk of it. I’d actually been thinking about chasing when the shop and Buck came into my life. It seemed like it was meant to be. Plus the connection I felt Buck, Ant and Jayden really made me feel like I belonged with them as part of the group. That getting the bug from Buck would seal our family. Even with Jayden live hours away I still talked to him multiple times a week. We were still all a strong family that had grown bigger with Kenny and Lance. I also stressed that those were my reason and wouldn’t necessarily be the reasons he’d use to decide. I made sure to really make the point that he would be just as much a part of the family even if he went on prep. I pointed out Ant was on prep after all. We talked about it for a while sitting on my bed. He explained his apprehension and thoughts on it so far. But he didn’t come to a decision before mom and dad returned with brunch. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. By the time we got to the kitchen mom had the food all set out. We sat down and enjoyed a nice long pleasant meal. Talking and visiting as we devoured my mom’s delicious food. We finished up and cleared the table. We put the dirty dishes in my dishwasher. Mom insisted we keep the leftovers then hugged us good bye. By then it was time for Jac to head to work for his shift. I helped him load his bike into my car bed and dropped him at work. I could tell Jac was still thinking about his conundrum in the back of his mind all through brunch and the ride to work. I had a good idea where he’d land, but I couldn’t wait to find out for sure. ——— Lance ——— As my alarm went off I thought to myself, yuck it’s Monday. Not that any day was better or worse than any other since I didn’t get the classic weekday schedule. I rolled out of bed going straight to the bathroom. I shared an apartment with my brother and we only had one bathroom. Of course he was in there showering. I needed to pee and I didn’t care to wait. I walked in, pulled down my pants, and sat on the toilet. I preferred to pee sitting. I didn’t like to have to try to aim while still half asleep. Plus why buy into the whole boys have to stand to pee thing? Never made sense to me. I peeked around the curtain at my naked brother. We were almost identical save he was 2 years older than me. I just tuned 20 several months ago and he was 22. We both stood 5’6 tall. We both had a very slim build with very little fat on us. He had slightly more muscle tone than me. Our skin tone and black hair also matched. We both had the same 6 inch uncut dick. His probably was a little thicker than mine. But my ass was 10x better than his. Another difference was that he had way more body hair than me. I was naturally smooth where he was more hairy. I could only seem to grow armpit hair and a few pubes. His was all over him. Of course I also had my painted nails, styled hair, plucked eyebrows, and superior fashion sense. He did well for a straight guy, but he didn’t compare to my shine! I pulled my head back and stoped peeking on my brother. I got up and flushed the toilet walking out of the room giggling as he yelled curses at me. I had to work today, but I had some time and I definitely needed a good fuck. I texted a hot daddy I messed with regularly. He was a sexy Brazilian guy with a massive 11 inch dick. He was 6’0 of hot hung daddy. In his late 40s or early 50s. He loved to fucked tight raw boy hole and even got off on fucking my poz hole as he slapped my ass cheek that had my scorpion tattoo on it. All while talking dirt to me. I loved it!!!! He got back to me quickly telling me to bring my sweet boy ass over so he could fuck me before work. I went to my room and got dressed, wearing a g-string under my clothes since that was his favorite. I keep a very natural and fiber heavy diet and had cleaned out last night so I knew I’d be fine without having to wait for the shower. I hurried down stairs and made my way to his apartment a few blocks away. He answered the door in a robe with nothing under it. It was open and his soft hog hung for all to see. It was 6 in soft which was as big as me hard. I walked in and stripped as usual only keeping my g-string on. I lowered to my knees and took his soft thick dick into my mouth. I staring working him hard using my throat and tongue while I used one of my hands to play with his big heavy hangy balls. They were full today so I knew I’d get a good load. I sucked him half hard and then used my other hand in combination with my oral skills to get him fully hard. He was one of only two dicks I hadn’t been able to deep throat in my life. He was super long and thick but I got 90% of it in my throat. He told me many times I’d was the only person that ever sucked more than half his dick when giving him head. He moaned as I worked his cock to its maximal state. He took the back of my head in his hand and started to face fuck me. ”Take that big fat dick slut! You are a born cock sucker! That mouth was made to suck cock!” He told me as he started to go to town on my throat. Luckly I’d had lots of practice and knew how to take a hard face fucking. He punished my throat for a good 10 minutes while continuing to dirty talk to me. He pulled me to my feet and carried me to the bed where he thew me face down and pulled my hips up. I arched my back instinctively. “Get that poz boy pussy ready for me!” He said as he slapped my ass hard on the cheek that had the tattoo on it. He dropped a tube of lube beside me. I opened it and lubed my fingers. I reached behind me and opened my hole using my fingers. Adding fingers as I went till I had all 4 in me and my hole was opened up. Daddy watched the whole time and told me how sexy seeing me play with my boy pussy was. He spit on his dick and jerked himself a few times. Then he spit on my hole and lined his massive cock head against it. He slowly pushed the head into me. Making me moan in pleasure as he stretched me open. He slowly entered my hole inch by inch till his balls hit my taint and he was balls deep. He let it sit there for a minute allowing my hole to stretch and get use to it. “My little slutty boy likes daddy’s big raw dick in his bussy doesn't he?” He asked me and then slapped my tat again. “Yes daddy! I love your dick in my poz bussy!” I moaned back to him. “Such a slutty boy he went and got knocked up. You let all the daddies fuck and fill you don’t you boy?” He ask as he started to slowly stroke in and out of my hole. “Yes daddy. I took raw cock and got impregnated. I just love big raw daddy dick so much!!” I whined as I started to meet his rhythm. “I love a slutty boy that lets daddy’s free use his bussy! A boy that isn’t afraid to take dirty seed! It shows he is committed to servicing his daddy!” He said before slapping my ass again. He began to really pick up speed then. Pistoning in and out of my hole. Slamming hard into my hole on each down stroke. Making me cry out in pleasure each time. All the while he continued his dirty talk and ass slapping. I’d have hand prints on them till tomorrow or the next day, but I loved it! He fucked me hard and deep for 15-20 minutes until his rhythm started halting and he got out of the sync he had been keeping. I knew his climax was near. He strengthened his grasp on my hips as he slammed one final time into my hole. Flooding my poz bussy with his huge load! I’d never asked his status and he never told me it. I was happy with the unknown. It even made it hotter in a way. He pulled his massive cock out of my hole and came around the bed to my head. He put his hand behind my head and guided me to his softening dick so that I could suck him clean. I loved tasting his cum and my juices as I sucked him deep. He slapped my ass one more time and told me I’d done a good job. That was the signal that it was time for me to go. I put on my clothes and made my way home as he went to his bathroom to shower. We’d been fucking for a few months now and we had the our system down pat. I went back by the house and got a quick shower and changed into my work outfit. My brother had taken the car as he worked further away so I had use a car ride app to get to work. I arrived a couple minutes early and found Jacob up front. He was his normal sweet self and greeted me fondly. We made small talk as I walked through the staff door and came around the wall to join him up front but seemed to have something in his mind. I made a note to talk to him about it after the dinner rush when it be just us and Ant. We helped with the end of the lunch rush and recovery. There was a slight lull but everyone was still here so I waited to talk to him. The dinner rush was busy but went by pretty fast. Soon it was just Jacob and me. Ant was there but he was doing inventory in the back. I asked Jacob what was on his mind and after a little convincing he let it out. He told me about his dinner and hot tube time with Buck. He also told me Buck revealed our gifting kink. He was still deciding about if he wanted to go on prep or not and was worried how that would affect his relationship with Buck. I tried to ease his concerns and made sure to let him know we’d all still love him like family even if he didn’t go the full way and get the gift. I also told him it was a decision he had to make for himself. No one else could. His situation and feelings were unique to him and he needed to make the decision that was best for him. We broke our little tongue wag and started to do our closing tasks. He continued to seem distracted by the situation. It didn’t affect his job but you could tell he was thinking about it as he worked. We were able to close and be out by 11:10. My brother was waiting with the car. Jacob was ridding home on the back of Ant’s motorcycle since they lived on the same street. I said goodbye to both of them and then joined my brother in our car for the ride home. Later that night as I laid down trying to fall sleep I wondered what Jacob would do and how long it’d take him to decide. ——————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I wanted to give the full story on Trevor and Lance, plus what guy wouldn’t rely on his friends for advice when faced with this kind of decision?? We are definitely closing in on the end. A chapter or two (maybe 3) more and we will complete our story. I really appreciate all your positive feedback back. Thank you so much for reading along!!!

Chapter 7 ——— Kenny ———— It had been a pretty exciting day. I woke thinking I only had to work a dinner to close shift tonight at the pizza shop. I sometimes have to also work my second part-time job. I only do it mainly for the love of it. I get 40+ at the shop so I really don’t need the second gig. However, I had always loved yoga and mediation and tai chi. I was introduced to them at various times in my life and fell in love with them all. Right after I had started at the shop I was talking with Ant one shift and told him the my loves when he asked what I did in my spare time. Knowing that I was new to the city having moved here with my now ex-boyfriend he recommended I check out the local community center. I looked into later that night after work and found out it wasn’t strictly a gay only center but the majority of the people that used it were queer. I figured it’d be a good way to meet new people and even tried to get the now ex to go with me (surprise he declined). I got there and just fell in love with it. After only a few months of attendance, and after me and the ex split, I saw a posting asking for a volunteer to teach a yoga for beginners class. Buck and Ant always promoted volunteering and giving back to the community so I figured I see about helping out. I started teaching that class and then after a few weeks the director asked me to also start and teach both a meditation and tai chi class. The center was looking for ways to grow and he thought both would appeal to the community. Now a year and a half later I was teaching 9 classes a week (3 of each). The community center and the shop worked with me to get a schedule so I could do both and not lose hours at the shop. Up till 6 months ago I volunteered my services but the center got a grant so the director paid me a small stipend every quarter to teach the classes. Anyway I had planned to spend the day cleaning, but I got a call from Buck telling me that our new guy Jacob needed to get moved out of his parent’s house pronto and asked if I could help. He also told me he wanted back up (not that he would need it, I have seen him box at the center a few times and I would go against him) in case Jacob’s step-dad was there and got stupid. Jacob was a cool kid and I of course agreed to help right away. I swung by a local market and got some boxes and tape. Then headed to meet them at the address Buck texted me. We got everything packed and loaded into Buck’s truck pretty quick. Jacob, the sweet boy, tried to pay me for helping which I declined. I told him we were bros and you don’t have to pay bros for help when you are in a bind. I didn’t know the drama and didn’t need to. I knew Buck would handle it. I just gave him a hug and I told him we were there for him. He thanked me and got in the truck with Buck. After they left I had to get to the store for my shift. I was closing with Lance tonight. Him in the kitchen and me up front as per usual. It was always a great time working a shift with him. We were steady all night and had our normal dinner rush but nothing we couldn’t handle. Ant had been there since opening so he went home for a few hours that night before coming back to lock up and pull the drawer and everything. Jayden used to be the third person trained to lock up so Buck and Ant didn’t have to be the only ones. They were training Trev on how to do it, but they hadn’t had him fly solo yet. Plus he was off tonight after working lunch and the dinner rush. The call to help our new boy move out or working the shift with Lance wasn’t the only interesting things that happened that night. I had been talking with a guy on a notorious raw sex only hookup app that had a lot of chasers on it. He had been curious about poz sex and gifting. I had been talking him through it and answering his questions. Much like Buck had with me before he made me one of his scorpion boys. That happened a few months after my ex and I split, I’d had a crush on Buck from the start. When I expressed it he said he was interested in me but then told me his status. I hadn’t heard of gifting or pozzing or the Poz brotherhood or anything before. Within a few weeks I was on my back begging for Buck to infect me. It was the best choice I ever made. Now I was helping another guy join the brotherhood. I knew the shop did that for a few VIP customers and I had even been the delivery guy a few times. But this was separate from that and from. It was personal. The guy was DL, closeted, and hadn’t share anymore than necessary. But I could tell from what I knew he was hot! I knew I was no slob. I had turned 30 this year but I was told I look 26-27. I was average height at 5’9, and was height weight proportionate. I didn’t have abs but I also didn’t have a gut. I was hairy all over but on my head and face which I purposely keep shaved. I had about 30 tats on me including the red scorpion on my shoulder that matched all other boys tats. I had several piercings. My nose, multiple in my ears (but no gages), my nips, my belly button, my gouch, and the favorite of the guys I fucked: my PA and my Jacob’s ladder. It was a big ladder, most people were surprised when I pulled out my 9.5 in thick dick. It was the most un-average thing about me as far as body type when. I pretty sure I had the biggest dicks of all the scorpion guys, Buck and Ant included. Even though I was very well endowed I was 100% vers. I love either bunk or to flip equally. The guy I was taking too had a good body. His profile said he was 24 years old, bi, a former D1 athlete, 6’2 tall with 200lbs of muscle, Latino, and had a 7 in uncut cock. I also learned he was a complete bottom when with men. Well he had messaged me while I was working and he was finally ready to take that step and let me knock him up. I messaged him back as soon as I got off work and we arranged for him to come to my place in an hour. I got home and got everything ready. Straightened up my room, made sure I had cold water bottles in the fridge, and got the lube out on the bed side table. When I answered the knock at my door I was very pleasantly surprised. Where my body (minus the embellishments) was almost the text book example of average he was the dictionary example jock and of conventionally good looking. He matched his profile information to a T. Tall, well defined body and muscle, and later would I’d confirm he was also truthful about his package. He didn’t have a single tar or piercing on his body. His skin was a warm brown and he had dark brown hair in the normal places but not too much of it. He has beautiful piercing green eyes and a sexy smile that could melt butter. He introduced himself as Jon when I got him into the living room. I provided the water bottle as a way to help break the ice. We fumbled through some small talk till he said fuck it and took me in a passionate kiss. We stood in the living room making out. Feeling each other all over as we stripped the clothes off one another. I stopped at his jock as he was super sexy in it and I loved fucking a guy in a jock. He got me totally naked. When he saw my pierced dick he dropped to his knees and started to examine them. Taking my half hard cock in his hand and feeling all the piercings. “I have never seen a guy with piercing on his junk. Or with so many tats. You are sexy as fuck man!” He said in a very deep voice. “Yea, wait till you feel the piercing in your ass. They will drive that prostate crazy baby” I replied as he continued his examination. He clearly like what he say as his uncut dick was full mass with the head poking up out of his jock. He took my head and PA into his mouth. Tasting the ring and my rapidly swelling head. Just by sucking on my head/PA he got me rock hard almost instantly. He started to take my big poz dick down his throat inch my inch. Slowly making his way to my pubes. He didn’t get all the way down, most couldn’t, but got a good 3/4ths down. For a guy with so little experience he really knew how to give head. He had my legs shaking and me telling him what a good cock sucker that he was as he went to town. When I had to stop him so I didn’t cum I pulled out of his mouth and joined him on the floor. Laying on my back I told him to sit on my face. I loved eating his hole as he sat on me. He was moaning as he jerked his dick in his jock with one hand and steadied himself with his other hand on my chest. I ate his sweet raw neg brown hole for at least 20 mins. Making sure I got it loose and ready to be opened. ”Fuck baby I need you to fuck me so bad!!” He cried out climbing off my face. He pulled me up and sat me on the sofa and climbed on top of me facing me. As he lined my now leaking charged dick up with his sweet neg hole we started making out. He occasionally spit on his hand and reached behind him to lube up my dick and his hole. ”I have lube in the other room baby. I can go get it.” I told him as my PA touched his hole. ”No, I want a spit fuck. Between that and the piercings it gives a better chance of getting your strain. I been wanting this for years and now I have decided to do it I am not taking any chances.” He told me as my PA and fat dripping cock head pushes against his very tight raw hole. It took a good 2-3 minutes to just work the head into his hole. He moaned in ecstasy when my head finally popped into his hole. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he began to slowly take all of my 9.5 inches little by little. When he finally hit my pubes he pulled his head forward and leaned over and started kissing me as he slowly started to fuck himself on my massive poz dick. I had learned over the years it was always best to let a bottom ride me first to get open and used to my big dick before I took charge. He slowly speed up his riding moaning more and more as he accelerated. We alternated between kissing and him putting head in my neck and kissing me there. He started playing with my nipple piercings, which was a direct line to my dick. I was as hard a steel in his hole as he rode me. My balls were full and churning with dirty seed. “Fuck baby your hole feels so good on my poz dick!! You’re sexy as fuck!! I am ready to deposit my first toxic babies in your ass!” I told him as my hands roamed his body and he continued to ride me. “You going to give me more than one charged load daddy?” He asked me as he picked up his speed even more. “Oh yea, you are going to ride one out of me then I am going to fuck a second one into that neg hole boy!” That made him made go farel. I gripped his hips and started to drive upward meeting his downward thrusts. “Fuck baby here it comes. Take this dirty seed in your hole. Daddy is knocking you up boy!!” “Yes daddy knock me up!! Give it to me!! Make me poz!!” He moaned as I filled his tight neg hole full of my charged nut. I didn’t have time to rest because as soon as I finished cumming he jumped off my lap and was down on his knees sucking my dick clean. There was red on my PA and pink cum on my dick. “That’s a good sign you got scrapped and my cum is absorbing into your blood stream boy.” I said through moans as he sucked my softening dick. He didn’t answer but just kept sucking me and brought me back to 95% hardness. I pulled him up and kissed him tasting my cum and his juices on his tongue. I moved him to doggy position leaning him over the back of the sofa. I lined my big raw poz dick up against his hole and shoved it in balls deep in one hard thrust. I could tell it took his breath away but his hole had loosened and there was plenty of cum from the first fuck so I knew it wouldn’t hurt too bad. I started to piston in and out of his hole. Hard deep fast strokes. Making sure to angle it so I knew I was hitting his prostate with each stroke. My PA and Jacob’s ladder rubbing his insides as I made him quake and tremble. I fucked him hard now that the gentle fucking was behind us. I pulled his hair as I fucked him. Slapping his ass as I pounded him deep. He told me he liked it a little rough and I was going to make sure I gave that to him. After 7-8 minutes of intense pounding his prostate had been stimulated to the point he couldn’t hold his cum anymore. “Fuck daddy you are going to fuck the cum out of me!! I am about to blow my last neg load!!” “Fuck yes boy!! Shoot that cum!! I am bout to impregnate you again with my toxic seed!!” I answered as I continued to pound him. We came at the same time. Me deep in his second hole and him hands free all over his chest, abs, face, and some on my sofa. I pulled out of him and turned him around and licked his cum from all over his body. I pulled his head down and kissed him with my mouth full of his last neg load. We made out sharing his cum. Afterward he put a plug he’d brought with him in his hole to keep my high viral cum in his hole. His aim to give an even better chance of my strain taking. I doubt he needed it, I put two hige and very toxic loads in him balls deep! We went to the bathroom to shower and clean off. Making out and feeling each other up as we did. He got dressed and thanked me for helping him fulfill his dream. I told him it was definitely my pleasure and that if he needed another load I’d be glad to recharge him (or try again if it didn’t take). I kissed him good night before I opened the door so he would feel more comfortable. He left and fast walked to his mustang. He was gone before I’d had the door closed and locked. I was tied after all the cleaning, helping move Jacob, work, and then the fuck marathon. I had a yoga class followed by a meditation class at 8 in the morning so that only left me few hours to sleep before I would be up. I set my alarm and feel into bed. I knew that the sleep deprivation was so worth it! I closed my eyes and passed into the dream realm. ——- Jacob ———— I woke up startled forgetting for a minute where I was. Then I breathed a sigh of relief as I settled back into my pillows. I got up and made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. All I had brought with me yesterday was my clothes, my old laptop, a few nicknacks and keep sakes I had in my room, my important documents, my gaming chair I got from my grand parents on my moms side for Christmas last year, a old small tv I had in my room, and my bedding (sheets, pillows, and quilt my dad’s mom made me before she passed). That was it and I hadn’t had time to go and get anything last night. Luckily I only worked the dinner/closing shift tonight and I could go get the necessities before then. I needed a coffee maker, towels, and food for sure. The apartment already had a microwave. There was a small set of silverware, a spatula, a few plates and bowls, a pot, and a frying pan. Most of it looked like it was left behinds by the previous owner but I could get some soap and clean them good and use them till I saved up to replace them. I was getting dressed when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Ant standing there with two travel mugs of coffee one in each hand. A big smile on his face. ”Welcome to the neighborhood!” He said cheerfully. “Umm you live near by? I saw Buck park across the street last night but I didn’t know you lived near by.” I told him a little confused and surprised. “Oh I live right next to him. You see my bike right there.” He pointed to the drive next to Bucks. I hadn’t seen it last night but I was clear today. “Oh well that’s cool! Though living by both your bosses may be a little bit of a downer!” I teased him as I opened the door and motioned for him to come in. He handed me a coffee as he walked by me. That too surprised me. But it smelled delicious and I dint argue. He pulled a few sugar packets and a small travel sized container of what looked like milk or creamer out of his pants pocket and put them on the table. “Ah we aren’t that bad!! I mean what other boss would bring you coffee with the fixings?” He said as he exaggeratedly motioned to the table as he made a goofy face. “True, I guess I can stay for a while then.” I joked back at him with a small laugh. ”Good. Now make your coffee so we can head to the store. I am sure you need a few things.” He told before taking a sip of his own coffee. I tried to argue with him as I made my coffee, but he would have none of it. He said he had drove Buck to work then borrowed his truck so he could help me. Buck and Trevor were working, Lance didn’t have a car, and Kenny had his classes so that left him to be the chauffeur for the day. I tried to push back one more time and was told I was part of the family now and he wouldn’t have me trying to ride my bike loaded down with stuff or try to carry it on the bus. End of discussion. I reluctantly agreed but sincerely thanked him for his help. We left the house and climbed into the borrowed truck. It didn’t take long to get to the store. We were able to get most everything I needed there. I made sure to be frugal as I only had so much till pay day. I only got what I need and only things on sale or off brand stuff. While we were at the store Ant bought me a box of pots and pans. I would have argued but he called it a house warming present. I accepted and thanked him, even if I thought him and the guys were all being too generous for someone they had known less than a month. We left the store and went to the market to get a few staples and ingredients for a few simple, cheap, and easy meals. The market wasn’t far from my apartment so after I got paid or got my tips tonight I could run there for other stuff I needed or wanted. We got back to my apartment and unloaded everything. I put everything away. It wasn’t much but it was a start toward what I needed. I was putting the last of my things in the barhroom when there was a knock at the door and I heard Ant answer it. When I walked back into the kitchen there were two styrofoam containers on the table and two bottles of soda. Ant was pulling napkins and plastic silverware from a bag. “My aunt makes the best BBQ in the city. Plus there are sides. I also got you the soda I know you drink. My cousin was out making deliveries and dropped this by for us.” He said as though it wasn’t that big of a deal. I was just plain overwhelmed with all the love he and the others had shown me over the last 36 hours. I walked up to him and hugged him hard. He just hugged me back and only released me when I let go of him. We sat and ate a late lunch together. He left after that to go home and get ready for work. He was closing too. He told me he’d take me too and back from work since we were on the same shift if that was ok with me. I agreed and not long after we were at work. Trev and Ant worked the back and me and Kenny were up front during the dinner rush. Buck was floating and visiting with waiting customers. After it slowed down we went down to just me and Ant. It was a good shift and I enjoyed closing with Ant. At 11 he closed us down, counted out the drawer, locked everything in the safe, and gave me my share of the cash tips. It was around $150 which I planned to use to go back to the market tomorrow. We went out the back door and locked up then traveled home. We chatted as Ant drove. He dropped me at my house and waited till I was inside to pull off. I really loved these guys. They were truly more of a family than just a bunch of guys that worked together. I showered then laid in bed and thought of Buck standing in the lobby all sexy, charming, and buff as he talked to the guest. I was almost to dick-stracted that to work. I closed my eyes and jerked my hard cock to Buck. Imagining what he looked like naked. How his hands would feel on my skin. What his mouth would taste like. Or better yet what his dick would taste like. How it would feel to have him open my virgin hole for the first time. I erupted a huge load all over my T-shirt I wore to bed (luckily I had a stacked washer dryer in the hall closet). I took my shirt off and threw it in the corner where my future laundry hamper would go. I slept so deep and good that night with dreams of big strong Buck! ————————— I really wanted to use this chapter to really introduce the final scorpion boy to you all. I know we only had a brief look into Lance but we had almost nothing on Kenny. I will make sure to flush out Lance more in the future too. I’m really enjoying this story and I hope you guys are too! Thank you again for all the great reactions and comments!! It is really nice to have all the positive feedback! Hope you all enjoy this chapter and there will be more to come!

I love this. At times like this I love to describe myself as "a bitch in heat", but for so many reasons, "the frenzy" speaks so deeply, sits so well with me. It's a word so close to "ecstasy" in its truest, original sense of wildness and beyond-ness. I love it.

I will be in Fort Lauderdale taking loads from 3/26-3/27. Probably rent a motel room and take anon loads. Love to get used. Looking to take as many loads as possible. Also love to eat cum from used condoms and drink loads of piss.

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.