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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.

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]

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.

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

Is there a difference between being "in heat" and regular old "horny"? I suppose the definition of being "horny" depends on each guy's individual explanation, but going "into heat" is a biological function generally associated with females (critters as well as humans). If "horny" can be engineered into a 1 to 10 scale, then each guy can figure out where on that scale he fits. That wouldn't apply to "going into heat" though, since that's an uncontrolled function of biology, not under personal control, and in females. Thus, we get to define our cravings for ourselves, and any guy can be "in heat" or "horny", without having to define that very closely. We do what's really important, that being getting out to the pigpens/lfuckjoints, jumping into the writhing mass with holes sweating for loads, and cocks turned into granite with lust for those holes. What we call it is fun, I guess - but what's really important is that we go do it.

At this point, I'm not convinced that *I, MYSELF* am not AI.

Isn't that the point? Anything truly great is both enjoyable AND serves a purpose.

Cumdumps appreciate returning users. If you can find a steady time to be visit, they will know what to expect and so will you. The steadier he gets loads the better lubed and happier everyone is.

Let me tell you a little story about those two boys; they invited me for a "fishing trip," and I believed them. Jack and Ryan were the kind of sophomores every freshman notices: easy laughs, sun-browned arms, always together. I’d been finding excuses to sit near them in the dining hall all semester. Fortunately for me, Ryan sucked at chemistry, and that gave me my in. After a while we became friends, and one day they invited me up to the lake for the long weekend. My stomach flipped so hard I almost said no from pure nerves. Fortunately, I had the balls to say yes. The weekend away with Jack and Ryan felt different from the start. This was a chance to escape the concrete hum of the dorms for the quiet rhythm of water and the woods. The three of us piled into Jack's truck, the bed filled with the sharp, clean scent of new gear and the promise of a weekend unscripted. We arrived at dusk, built a fire, the water a bruised mirror of the sky. Setting up camp was a comfortable dance, our movements syncing in the fading light, a silent collaboration. The tent was big enough for three sleeping bags side-by-side, and I silently pretended that was normal. As the fire settled into a crackling heart of orange and red, Ryan (the one in the white shirt) produced a bottle of whiskey. Its warmth, a slow burn spreading through my chest. Jack, ever the pragmatist, followed with a cooler of Pabst Blue Ribbon, the sweat on the cans beading like morning dew. The conversation grew looser, the laughter easier, punctuated by the hiss of cans being opened and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Everything felt normal until it didn’t. It was Jack who broke the spell of camaraderie. He stood up, stretched, and without a word of excuse, turned his back to the fire and pissed right in front of me. He didn't turn away in embarrassment, or even make an attempt at being private. He just walked a few feet from the firelight, his movements relaxed and open. There was no aggression in it, only a simple, animal honesty. I watched, not with shock, but with a sense of wonder at his comfort in his own skin. Ryan noticed. He was always noticing me, but his look wasn't calculating; it was gentle, questioning. He rose and joined his brother, and in that moment, it felt like they were inviting me into their world, a world without pretense. Their silhouettes framed by the firelight tempted me like never before. An unspoken challenge hung in the air, thick as the smoke. I don’t remember deciding to stand, only that I was on my feet. My hands trembled on my zipper. I couldn't go, not with them watching. "It's okay," Ryan murmured. "Just breathe." Jack reached over, his fingers brushing my arm. The touch was so light it was almost a question. Something deep inside me unclenched. The sound that came out was a sigh, followed by the steady hiss of my piss hitting the ground. It was the most liberating moment of my uptight life. It felt stupidly intimate, the three of us in the dark. The sound of it loud, as it sprayed against the leaves. When I finished, Ryan stepped closer, his hand finding mine. His skin was warm, his grip firm. He guided my hand down, placing it on his cock. A current ran through me, a jolt of pure, terrifying exhilaration. Jack moved to my other side, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. The firelight danced on the skin of our legs, turning us into creatures of shadow and flame. Jack began to stroke me, his touch clinical, detached, and my body betrayed me, hardening under his expert manipulation. They knew. They had known all along. My pants felt heavy, useless, and they pooled at my ankles without a thought. I sank to my knees, not from desire, but from the sheer weight of their will. It was easier to submit than to fight. When Ryan put his cock in my mouth, it was an act of possession which I relished. Tasting salt and fire smoke, the raw, unvarnished truth of the moment. A small brown bottle appeared under my nose, Ryan's voice a low murmur, "Breathe." The sharp chemical scent cleared my head, sharpening every sensation until all that was left was the fire, the earth, and the three of us. The little brown bottle was a tool, a chemical key to unlock the final door of my resistance, to ensure I was pliant and willing for whatever came next. The world narrowed to a pinprick of light, the sounds of the night fading into a dull roar. I was an instrument, and they were the players. I answered by curling my fingers around him, feeling him respond to my touch. Jack knelt beside me, his hands stroking my hair, his lips peppering my neck with soft kisses as I took Ryan deeper into my throat. It wasn't a performance; it was exploration. It was an embrace, pure and simple. It was an act of my surrender to a feeling, not a force. Again the bottle was offered to me, this time without pressure, a suggestion to "make it feel even better," and the rush was a wave of pure sensation that washed away any lingering self-doubt. Choking on Ryan's cock with tears pooling around my eyes, Jack found my hole and started to probe. My moans betrayed me as they grew louder with his continuing advance into me. With a subtle command from Ryan motioning me to rise, the three of us moved together toward the tent, leaving our clothes behind like discarded inhibitions, breadcrumbs to our night. The zipper of the tent had barely closed behind me before Ryan pushed me down onto the sleeping bags, the chemical rush from the bottle still burning through my veins like liquid fire. My head spun in the best way—every heartbeat throbbing in my cock, every one of my nerves screaming for more. Jack was already on his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with rough hands. I felt the cool night air hit my hole for only a second before his tongue was there—hot, wet, relentless—rimming me like he’d been starving for it. I moaned around Ryan’s cock, the sound muffled and filthy, drool running down my chin as Ryan fucked my throat, slow and deep. “Fuck, he tastes so good bro,” Jack muttered, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down until my nose pressed against his brother's pubes. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and smoke still clung to all three of us, mixing with the sharp tang of sex in the confined space. Jack pulled back just long enough to spit on my hole, then he slid two fingers in without warning. I bucked hard, choking on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan only laughed low and held me down, forcing me further into my natural desires of submission to them. The brown bottle appeared again—Ryan uncapped it and held it under my nose while Jack worked a third finger inside me. “Deep breath, freshman.” I inhaled hard. The rush hit like a ton of bricks, my hole relaxed instantly, greedy and open. I pushed back against Jack’s hand, like a slut in heat. Jack didn’t make me wait long. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I withdrew my mouth from Ryan's cock, looked back at Jack, and said, "No, man, I want to feel you fuck me." Jack smiled as he slicked up his cock with lube. Then the pressure—thick, blunt, perfect. Jack’s cockhead breaching me, stretching me further open inch by slow inch while Ryan fucked my face in rhythm. I was stuffed from both ends, helpless and drooling and loving every second of it. Like the faggot I always jerked off to being one day. They took turns after that. Jack pounding my ass until I saw stars, Ryan choking me on his cock until tears ran down my face, then switching—Ryan’s thicker cock splitting me open while Jack fed me his balls, making me lick and suck, worship them like the needy little faggot I’d just discovered I was for them. At some point they flipped me onto my back. Ryan folded me in half, knees to my chest, and slammed in so deep I felt him in my throat. Jack straddled my face, grinding his sweaty ass down onto my tongue while teasing the head of my leaking cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts. I came first—hands-free, untouched, just from Ryan’s dick nailing my prostate and Jack’s hole smothering me. My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure, cum splattering across my stomach and chest in thick ropes while both of them laughed and called me their “freshman faggot slut.” They didn’t stop. Ryan pulled out and shot across my face, thick streaks painting my lips and cheeks like a cheap whore. Jack followed seconds later, adding his load to the mess, marking me inside and out. I lay there wrecked and trembling, covered in cum and sweat, while they kissed lazily above me—tongues tangling, hands roaming, like they’d done this a hundred times before. Eventually Ryan reached for the whiskey bottle, took a swig, and poured a splash across my chest. Jack leaned down and licked it off my skin, slow and filthy. “Welcome to the club, bro,” Jack breathed, his lips brushing mine, his stubble scraping like sandpaper as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste the whiskey and a mixture of our cum. I passed out between them sometime after, sticky, wrecked, and happier than I’d ever been in my life. Let me know if you want me to continue this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting the top picture.

Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

I want to try piss fucking so badly, would love to feel a guy pee deep inside my bowels 🥵

I have tried to be masculine my whole life and have always secretly wanted to be with a dominant black man. I now desire to be blacked and submit as a sissy white Boi to BNWO guidelines.

So hot, 💋 i like that he's gonna shave him later 😵, wish I was drew.

As a side note, I've found that a detergent booster with lipase enzyme (like cheapo Biz powder at Walmart) is good at getting vaseline / oil stains out of sheets / clothing. (That, plus spot-treating with Dawn dish soap, has worked for me.) I'm a fan of the feeling of vaseline while fucking, there's a little more friction than other lubes; it's a different sensation.

Take care mate… we will wait with eager eyes for the next instalment to drop 🙂

Chapter 6 ——- Jacob ———— As lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off I thought back on my first two weeks working at the pizza sho. The time had flown by. I was really loving it here. The other guys were great and a lot of fun to work with. I had hung out with Trev a few more times outside of work since that first night. He even invited me to a small party he threw last weekend. Nothing huge or outrageous, just a group of about 25 guys hanging out, talking, drinking, listening to music, and munching on snacks. He even had that one game with the small bean bags and boards with a hole in it, whatever that was called, in his backyard. Buck and Ant had been really cool by letting Kenny and Lance off at 8pm that night, covering the close so they could make the party. Then they showed up at the party for a few minutes after the shop was closed to say hi before going home. I had grown close with all the guys, but particularly Trev. He seemed to treat me like his little brother, even though I was taller than him, and always made sure I got to and from work safe. Never let me have two many nights home alone. Helped me with my plans to move out. He was just so nice and protective. I really am started to feel like I am part of the family at the shop. Even Buck and Ant were super cool. They rarely played the boss card, always jumped in and helped anytime we got busy, and seemed to genuinely care about us. I also still had a killer crush on Buck. I mean all the guys were hot. Hell I’d seen Ant’s dick and I’d not turn it down if it was offered. But my heart and dick still was stuck on Buck. However much I was crushing on my boss I knew it had to be pushed down. I now knew Buck was gay, but he hadn’t seemed interested in me beyond an employee and I wasn’t going to risk my job by hitting on him. Especially now that I was starting to get somewhere in saving too move out. I had worked a full 40 hours my first week and the another 43 hours this last week. The shop did paychecks weekly for hours and credit card tips and I got my first check last Wednesday. I was stunned. Between that check, which I deposited immediately to my credit union account, and the cash tips I had saved $1257. Plus my next check should be close to $500, same as my last one was. That would be direct deposited this next Wednesday to add to my piggy bank. I had only spent money on my work shoes, a few pairs of work pants, some hygiene products, few necessary odds and ends, and of course my “rent”. I thought I’d have to pay for my other work shirts but when Ant gave me my addition 3 shirts when fedex delivered them he said it was on the shop and they were mine to keep. I had been really lucky with good tips and I had only been spending money when really necessary. I need to save as much as I could as quick as possible to escape Ralph and the house. I’d miss my mom but I could still visit or go to lunch with her. I just couldn’t live under his rules much longer. I had paid him on the first of the month like I was told to, and he immediately started question me about my pay and tips. How did I come up with so much so quick since I’d only work 4 shifts before I paid him. I told him I’d had old birthday money saved up that I used with my tips. He maybe a boarder line idiot and alcoholic, but he knew how to sniff out money and any lies around it. Luckily that day he accepted my explanation but he had deep suspicion in his eyes. I had taken to go to the atm after work to deposit my tips every night when possible. If I couldn’t for some reason I keep the tips hidden on me all night. I never had more than $20 to $30 out where he could see it at a time. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak in my room when I was gone either so I never left money at the house. I really didn’t like having to hide my money, it made me feel so uncomfortable and like I’d lost my “home”. But even if I managed to save all my tips this week and add my pay check Wednesday, I probably have less than $2000. Trev had helped me look for places around the neighborhood and around the shop. All of them were expensive and required deposits along with first and last month’s rent. Plus while I’d started building my credit it wasn’t that high yet, so that generally meant I’d need a co-signer or an even bigger deposit according to the apartment websites. Then there was the deposit to get the utilities in my name, I’d have to get a new phone (I wasn’t going to be dependent on Ralph for anything), and I need a bed, sofa, tv, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and things I probably wasn’t even thinking about. Just thinking about it had me overwhelmed. I got up since I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my phone and I still had 20 mins till my alarm was set to go off. I shut it off and went to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and got all my stuff together. I walked out into the living room and to my surprise Ralph was sitting in his recliner drinking a cup of coffee. “Trying to sneak out before I am up again are you? I wanted to talk to you for days!” He sneered at me. That was news to me. All week he had either been out late at the bar or in already in bed when I got home. Then when I got up at my normal time in the mornings for work he was still asleep. “I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me Ralph. But can I wait, I am opening this morning. I don’t want to be late.” I said in a snarky tone, more than I normally would have. My sour mood from the thought of all the cost of moving out was still effecting me. Plus as I laid there bed I become and more resentful of this man. He contributed little and demanded so much. “Don’t you sas me boy. Just because you making a little money, and I mean little based on your tips you been bring home, you aren’t grown! You will listen to me!” He said raising his voice. That was all I could take. My temper broke and I couldn’t help it. “You know what Ralph, why don’t you just go fuck yourself.” I said while I looked at him like the useless parasite I had come to know him to be. I saw the shock in his face before I turned and walked out the door. I had never talked to him like that. I had got on my bike and was already riding away when he yelled something at me from the door that I couldn’t hear. I rode as fast as I could toward the shop. My anger driving me for a few blocks. Then what I had done hit me. I had made a mess! I had been disrespectful and cursed. That was not acceptable in my house. Even if I was right, my mom would not be happy with me. She was loving but firm when it came to showing respect to your elders. Ralph would be mad and punish me anyway he could. I don’t think he’d be able to get mom to kick me out over it but I know he’d try and probably threaten if I did it again I’d be gone. I wanted to go but I couldn’t go on my own now, I wasn’t ready. By the time I reached the store I had started crying and when I went to get off the bike I nearly fell. Luckily a pair of strong arms steady me. When I turn to look who had caught me I say Trev looking at me with concern. I fell into his arms and broke down crying. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my head, and whispering reassurances to me. His strong body held me up no problem. I dug my head into his neck and hadn’t even realized anyone else was there till I hear Buck’s deep voice. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? What happened to upset him?” He asked Trev in a very brisk protective tone. “I’n not sure. I was in my car when he came up on his bike. He was riding kinda of shaky so I got out to check on him. That’s when I saw he was crying and he almost fell off his bike so I caught him. I didn’t ask anything, I just hugged him.” Trev responded not moving me and continuing to keep me in a bear hug. “Jacob, can you tell me if you are hurt? Do we need to take you to the doctor?” He asked as I felt his big hand rest against my lower back. I shook my head not moving it from Trev’s neck. I knew I was acting like a baby, and even worst I was doing it in front of my boss. But I couldn’t help it I need to feel safe and I did between these two and my head buried “in the sand” of Trev’s neck. “I think he may have had an argument with his step dad. I know it’s been tense between them for a while.” Trev said without going into the details. “Ok, well we need to get him inside and sat down. Jacob, can you let go of Trevor and walk into the store?” Buck asked me softly. Before I could answer that or release his neck Trev picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I will get him inside boss. Just get the door.” Trev told Buck as he carried me toward the backdoor. Or I assumed that’s where we went. I was still crying into his neck. I am not sure how long I sat in the break room crying into Trev’s neck. He took us in there and sat down with me on his lap. He held me and continued to try to gently sooth me. Buck had followed us in then left and closed the break room door I guess to give me privacy. When I had finished my breakdown, I felt so ashamed of myself. I pulled my head up and peaked at Trev. He looked at me without judgement. Something like I imagined a brother would look like when comforting his upset sibling. “Are you feeling better Jac” he asked using a nickname he’d started calling me a few days ago. “Yea, but now I feel like a baby. I made such a scene.” I replied sadly. “Hey none of that! You have a right to feel your feelings. There is nothing wrong with needing a cry and hug. That why I have big shoulders, they are here to cry on.” He said as he wiped a tear from my cheek . ”I know you understand Trev, but I just blubbered like a fool in front of Buck!” “He would tell you the same thing and if I wasn’t here he’d of been the first to volunteer his shoulder.” He said with a sincere smile. ”But I do need you to confirm that no one hurt you. No one put their hands on my little bro right?” He said in a tone that made me sure if someone had they’d be getting a serious visit from a very big angry bear. “No, no one hurt me. I just got in an argument with Ralph. Said stuff I shouldn’t have. Then ran out of the house. It hit me how stupid I’d been as I was riding here and then I started to freak out about getting in trouble. Then I guess all the stress and worry just all collided and I kind of lost it. I am lucky you were here or I’d might have been flat on the sidewalk crying with a broken ankle or something.” “Na, we wouldn’t have let that happen Jac, we will always have your back.” Trev told me, which he made sound like an unbreakable promise. We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I had got off Trev’s lap while we were talking and sat in the chair across from him. Trev got up and walked to the door opening it to allow Buck to join us. “Jacob, are you feeling better?” He asked as he walked over to me and placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. “Yea, just embraced that I caused such a fuss.” I said looking up at him. “First, I am glad you are feeling better. Second, don’t feel embarrassed, we all have emotions and we all have times when we need to let them out. Would it be okay if Trevor left us so you could tell me what’s going on? Not as your boss, but as a friend that cares about you?” He asked gently and in a way that reassured me I wasn’t in trouble. I nodded and then thanked Trev again before he left us alone in the room. Buck took the seat across from me and put a bottle of cold water on the table next to me. I took a drink and explained everything to Buck. The ultimatum, my relationship or lack of with Ralph, the having to hide money, trying to keep up all the house chores, the stress over the cost of moving out, and finally the argument this morning. He listened intently. Not interrupting. Not trying to minimize my feelings. Not judging me. Just being there for me. When I was done I realized he had been holding my hands the whole time. He gave me a reassuring smile after I had finished. ”Ok, we know the problem we can start working on the solution. I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t sit here and watch someone I care about hurting like this. So, here what I propose: we will take the day off, you will still get paid, and we will figure this out. I won’t let you go home to a place you feel unsafe in.” He told me in his deep caring voice. “Oh I can’t do that. I don’t want take your money and not work. Plus it’s not fair that I put all this on you. I don’t know how long it’s been but I am sure I am already way behind in getting the front ready. And I put Trev behind too. I really need to go out and work.” I said as I stood up to go up front. Buck stood up and blocked my path and gently put his hand and my arms looking me in my eyes. “I love that you care about the shop as that to put opening ahead of taking care of yourself. But I have taken care of all that. I asked Ant to come in once we got you in here. We have done all the opening task. Trevor is working the back and Ant is up front. Lance is coming in early to help cover the lunch rush.” I tried to argue but he put his finger up to my mouth. “No, you are going to listen and not argue now. The shop is taken care of. The boys don’t mind stepping up to help. We will always be here for each other. Now I am taking you to a friend I know in the rental world and we are going to figure this all out.” He told me in a very authoritative but caring tone. We exited the break room and before we left I hugged both Trev and Ant and thanked them for covering. Both just hugged me and told me not to worry about it. Buck took me get something to eat. I hadn’t ate yet and he decided that was the first thing to fix. Next we drove to an office park and meet with his friend, a very nice lady in her late 30s named Bernice. I explained what I had saved and that basically all I’d have to bring is my clothes and personal stuff. She took notes as we talked, probing about what area I was interested in, what type of place I’d like to live in, and other stuff like that. Buck sat next to me the whole time holding my hand. He didn’t try to jump in or answer questions for me, he just was there for me. I didn’t think she’d have anything I could afford or qualify for but I was suprised when she said she had an idea that might just be perfect for me. We followed her out to the parking lot where she gave Buck an address to follow her to. We parked in front of big old house on a quiet street. I think it was only a few blocks from the shop. The house was in good shape, not freshly remodeled but not neglected either. She took me around the side to stairs that led down to a basement door. It had the letter C on the door. Bernice explained the house had been turned into apartments a few years ago and that her company was the management company for the house. This unit had just become available a few weeks ago. It was a small one bedroom. From the front door you walked into the modest living room. Off to one side was a kitchen. Then down a hall was a decent sized bathroom. The hall ended at a fire that led to a medium sized bedroom. She told me the apartment came furnished. That the rent included the water, trash, and yard maintenance. I’d have to get the power switched over to my name within a week. She did say normally a deposit, first and last months rent, a background check, plus a credit check was required. However, the owners made special exceptions for LGBT youth, as they were part of the community. They also knew Buck and since he was willing to co-sign the lease the owners would probably being will to forgo everything but the first months rent, which was $750 a month. Bernice then told me all we’d have to do now if I wanted the place was go back to the office, fill out the application, review the lease, pass a background check (she told me it wouldn’t take 20 minutes ti come back), and then give her my card to run for the rent. I couldn’t believe that it was an actual possibility that I could afford this. On the way back to Bernice’s office I tried to talk Buck out of co-signing saying I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. We got the paperwork done and signed. Bernice got my background check back all clear. She took my bank card and ran it. Once the machine read approved I was a proud renter. I called the power company using the number Bernice provided and was able to get the power put in my name starting tomorrow. It was a $150 deposit as well. They took my card over the phone and just like that I had a power bill. Buck surprised me by stopping at a cell phone store. We walked out 30 minutes later with a new number. My phone was paid off so they were able to just transfer the new number to it. I had to pay a connection fee and start up fee that came to under $100. Buck wanted to buy me a new phone but I wouldn’t let him. Even with the rent, power deposit, and phone costs I still had $250 in my account plus my up coming check. I was astonished this was all possible. As we waited for the phone guy to get everything moved over Buck asked if I knew when my step dad would be gone. I told him he was at work now. At which pint Buck got my address from me. After we left the phone store we went to my house where we were met by Kenny who had moving boxes and tape. They helped me pack everything up and load it into Buck’s truck. When we were done I tried to offer to pay Kenny for helping but he refused and told me scorpion boys stick together and gave me a hug goodbye. We got back to my new apartment and got everything unloaded in to my place. It was almost 4 pm by then. Buck told he was going to check on the shop and told me that I should call my mom while he was gone. He didn’t want her to come home to see me gone without explanation. I managed to catch my mom between her jobs. I explains the argument with Ralph, how I’d been feeling, and that I felt needed to be on my own. She apologized that things had got so bad at home. She just was so busy she hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t use that as an excuse. She promised she still loved me and that I was always welcome. She also said she would make sure to make time to visit with me and do it without Ralph until I felt comfortable seeing him again. Buck came back a little after I finished the call. My bike was in the back of his truck and he had a large pizza with him. He locked my bike up outside my apartment by my door, but not in the way of anything. Then came in and we ate dinner. He took his leave around 6:30 saying I needed to rest and to get comfortable in my space. He told me to text if I needed anything. I walked him out and watched as he backed out of the drive only to got 4 doors down across the street to park in the driveway of a cute cottage house. He got out of his truck and walked to his font door waving me goodnight as he went. I had gone from worried and uncomfortable this morning when I woke up to feeling secure and at ease laying in my bed in my new apartment. All because Buck. While Trev had been my rock this morning when I needed him, and I know he always would be, Buck had been my hero today . ——- Buck ——- I got home from Jacob’s house and closed the door. It had been a hell of a day. I went from concerned to pissed at his deadbeat step dad, to problem solving mode. It was so rewarding to help Jacob get out of that situation. He fought me on a few things I wish he hadn’t but that just showed me he was not looking for a hand out but was willing to take a hand up. I had gotten a hard on watching him content and eating and laughing and joking as we shared the pizza tonight. He was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. I texted Trevor to come over to my place if he was free so I could give him the update. I know this morning he was pissed and wanted to beat Jacob’s step dad to a pulp but Ant had talked him down. He came over and brought beer. I gave him the update on the situation as we drank and told him Jacob’s new address. He gave me shit about moving him closer to me than him so I could play papa scorpion. We laughed at that. We both had been pumped and at on point murderous today. To help alleviate that stress I proposed to Trevor that he let me pound out his tight raw hole and give him a recharge. He readily agreed. I took him to my room and stripped him naked. I put him face down in the bed. I used the straps I had attached to all four corner to tie my kinky boy down. I kissed him deep before I secured the gag into his mouth. I got behind him and started to rub him up and down. Using my nails to lightly scratch his back. I got to his ass and slapped one cheek hard. Then I did the same to the other. I alternated between slapping his cheeks and pulling them apart to eat his tight hole. He was moaning and whining in pleasure as I ate his hole. He tried to push back against my face as I tongued him. His hole was craving my big fat raw poz dick. I got up and removed my pants leaving my shirt and socks on. I got lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his winking hole. I worked two fingers into him. He jumped at first then moaned and pushed back. I worked his hole till I could get 4 fingers in. I was using my other hand to jerk his very fat dick that was positioned downward between his legs. I climbed on the bed on top of him and whispered in his ear as I lined up my dick. I told him to get ready daddy was going to force his poz dick covered in toxic precum into his boy hole. I shoved in him balls deep as I finished my warning. He moaned and try to cry out. I slowly stroked my dick in and out of his poz hole. Working my dirty precum into his bussy. Talking dirty to him as I worked him over. I fucked slowly for a while then picked up speed. Drilling harder and faster with each thrust. Trevor shot a huge load hands free all over the bed making his hole squeeze my dick so tight I dumped my charged cum balls deep into his hole. I flooded him balls deep recharging him with the toxic cum that knocked him up. He moaned and tried to beg for it as it filled him up. I untied and ungaged him. We took a shower to clean off as I provided aftercare to my boy. I kissed him goodnight as he left to go home. I laid in bed naked thinking of the cute boy down the street. He seemed plain and timid to most observers I am sure, but I saw the real him. Strong, daring, brave, and above all sexy. I decide that once he got settled and was ready I’d pursue making him my scorpion boy! ——————- Yea so I got typing and the muse took the move out part way longer than I anticipated. Haha. But I hope it is still a good chapter even if a little lighter on the poz sex stuff this time. Thanks you all again for your positive feedback back and encouragement!

Chapter 4 ——- Ant ———- I woke up late, like I always seem to do. I really should stop staying up so late playing fucking video games. But man they are so addicting. I hadn’t feel asleep till the sun came up and only got like 4 hours of sleep. Buck and I closed the store last night and managed to get all our prep for today done, so at least I didn’t have that to make up time for that along with being up late. Buck usually opened the shop since he was more of the early bird but today was his off day, I think he also had a doctors appointment. So that left it to me to get us open and going. I climbed out of bed, naked because who da fuck wears clothes to sleep? I went into my bathroom and took a fucking good piss!! I mean you could hear the stream but the bowl a block over. My dick was half hard from that good ol morning wood so I had to be careful to angle my stream right. If only I had a cute guy to feed this piss to I thought to myself as my dick got harder while still pissing. That cute new boy, what is his name??? Jacob, that’s him, I’d love to piss on his pretty face. But I could tell Buck wanted the boy, so I’d let him get first dibs. The time on my phone said it was 9:30 so I had 30 mins till I need to be at the shop. Just enough time for a quick wank in the shower. I turned it on and let it warm up as I slowly stroked my dick. I played with my curly black pubes and cupped my balls, which weren’t big but a good size. Plus they always shot gallons. I climbed in the shower and started stroking my dick. I was somewhere around 8.5 to 9 inch long and had a decent thickness. All the guys and girls seemed to love it in their holes and loved that I was uncut. I silently thanked my dad for making sure I remained intact. I pictured the hot chick I fucked and nutted in a few nights ago as I pulled my meat. The warm water raining over me. Stroking my dick harder and faster as my balls swung between my legs. I shot my massive load against the shower wall as I recalled her moaning as she was creaming on my dick as I unloaded my seed in her. Fuck I shoot a huge load, then and now. Good thing I got my boys snipped, I refuse to use condoms or pull out but I don’t need no kids. I went about my showering and shaving and oral care before getting out and drying off. My dick was still hang half hard as I stood naked in front of the shower. I just turned 35 but I still had a good fucking body. Full six pack abs, great muscle definition while not being over muscly, good arms and shoulders, and the perfect amount of hair in just the right places. I silently thanked my pops again for all the genetic blessings. I looked at my phone and saw it was 9:50 and almost lost my shit. I threw on a pair is pants, one of the shop T-shits, some socks and my work shoes. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and motorcycle helmet as I was running out the door. I guess I am going commando today I thought as I locked the front door. I bought a house next to Buck two years ago and was still in the middle of remodeling it, so with my garage full of building supplies my poor BMW R 12 had to sit outside under and overhang. It only be a few more weeks though, I was almost down with the last room, the kitchen from hell. I jumped on the bike and hit the road. Luckily it was a 5 min ride to the shop. I was pretty sure Trevor and the new kid, mmm that’s right Jacob, would be there when I got there. Sure enough as I pulled up to the parking lot Trevor was sitting against the hood of his rebuilt El Camino talking to Jacob. The kid had taken my advice. He was wearing jeans and the shops shirt along with some new slip resistant shoes. I been trying to make Buck make those shoes a requirement but no luck yet. At lease this kid had the sense to listen. I got out and looked for Jacob’s car thinking he had parked across the street on the free city lot our customers used but there were no cars there. Then I saw what had to be his bike in the bike rack. It was older but looked well maintained. Must be good exercise, but damn that’s going to suck when it rains or is cold. “Good morning boys!” I said as I took of my helmet. “Sorry I am cutting it so close, had important things to do.” ”Yea like play on your computer with some person halfway around the world till 4 am then over sleep?” Trevor said as he poked me in the side. That damn kid knew me to well. Well kid to me with him being only 24. He had worked with us for 2 years now. “Hey bro, don’t be telling my secrets to the new guy!” I said as I playfully pushed him, though not moving the pre verbally brick shit house that he was an inch. ”Good morning Jacob, you will be the nice one right? Won’t pick on poor ol Ant?” “I would never think to sir, I mean Ant.” He said while smiling at me and Trevor’s usual banter. “Thats a good boy!” I said as I brought him into a shoulder hug. I walked us to the back door and I let us in, closing and locking it behind us. “Well let’s get to opening. I will help you both get set then I am going to start on that damn paperwork since Buck is out today. But I will come out to help if we get busy.” We got to work and I made sure both boys were set up before I went to the office. Jacob really had caught on fast so I trusted him up front. Trevor was the best pizza maker of all of us, so I didn’t have to worry about him on bit. Around 11:30 we started to pick up. I had thankfully finished the paperwork and had the deposit ready. I threw it in the locked desk drawer and went to help. For the next 3 hours we were running busy, even busier than what was normal. I had been jumping back and forth from the front and back of the shop helping where I could but both of the boys really showed up and rocked it! After we calmed down around 2:30 I went up front to talk with Jacob, after I had fist bumped Trevor for his good job. We were talking when I squatted down to grab something under the counter and heard my jeans rip. The whole enchilada was hanging out, my balls and dick in the wind. I looked up to see if Jacob saw and he was looking at me like a deer in headlights. Poor kid. ——— Jacob ——— After work last night I was super excited I had got on permanently. Mom was surprising home when I got there but so was Ralph. He wasn’t going to dampen my excitement. I told her all about my new job as I started making dinner. She helped me a little as we talked. While Ralph sat in his recliner watching some dumb show and scratching himself. What a loser. His ears perked up when I started to talk about what the job paid. I knew better than to be honest about that with him around. Mom wouldn’t take advantage of me but if Ralph knew my full earning he “convince” her to up my rent or somehow get more out of me. I told the a version of the truth. I was making minimum wage (leaving out the extra $3 and hour) and that I would get a share of the tips (leaving out that it was an equal split and how the customers all seemed to be generous tippers going by today’s tips). It was already decided I’d pay $500 a month for rent and another $50 for my part of the phone. They decided I would pay half at the beginning of the month and the other half at the middle. As I put the plates on the table Ralph told me he hoped I got good tips or got paid before the first because the first $275 was due then and not a day later. I just nodded and keep my snarky response to myself about how we’d save more if he stoped wasting his money at the bars. As we ate I got another lecture about how this responsibility would be good for me and help the family as a whole. Then Ralph and Mom changed the conversation to some boring topic I tuned out. I was making my plans in my head. I’d get up early in the morning, go to a credit union I saw near the pizza shop and use part of my tips from today to open an account. Then I go to the box store not far away and use the other part to get some slip resistant shoes for work. I was pretty sure the tips wouldn’t be this good all the time so I planned to save every penny I could of what I did earn so I could possibly get out of here in a few months. It’d have to be a cheap small apartment, but I needed away from Ralph before he could try to milk me dry. I cleaned up and mom helped me put away left overs and with the dishes. It was a rare night she got to spend at home and I enjoyed talking and chatting with her as we worked. Ralph was back in his chair dozzin away with a beer in his lap. I said good night to mom and went to my bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. It took a while of watching my show to fall asleep since I was still wired for getting my job and the possibility of freedom from Ralph it gave me. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30 not realizing I had fallen asleep. I didn’t have time to jerkoff so my hard cock would have to wait. I got dressed in my work clothes and a pair of sneakers. I also grabbed a back pack I could use to carry them when I switched to my new work shoes. The process at the credit union went quicker than I thought. Jenna was the person that helped me. She was very nice and got me set with the perfect kind of account and even got me a prepaid credit card. When she heard my goal was to move out and get my own place she explained that the card would help build my credit which I would need to rent a place. She suggested I put some money on it each check then use the card to buy stuff. That way my credit would go from nonexistent to something I could use to get an apartment. Next I went to the box store and got a pair of the slip resistant shoes Ant suggested. They were a little more pricey then my normal store brand shoes I got, but they looked like good quality and I knew form yesterday I’d be on my feet pretty much all day long and running around a lot. I changed into the shoes on a bench outside the store and put the old shoes in the box and the box in my backpack. I’d also had a few snacks from home that I could eat if I got hungry. I didn’t figure they fed the staff every day like they did yesterday. I got to the pizza shop right at 9:40 but I didn’t have to be there till 10. I locked my bike up then waited. My eyes caught the logo as I stood in front of the shop. It was really cool. A red and black scorpion. The tail in position to strike. The details were intricate. It was a really cool logo. Not for the first time I wondered how they came up with the name “Scorpion Pizza”. I knew it must have something to do with Buck since Ant had called him Daddy Scorpion yesterday. But I figured if they wanted me to know they would tell me. I wasn’t going to rock the boat by peppering them with to many questions that I really didn’t need to know the answer too in order to do my job. I was pulled from my thoughts when a very cool restored El Camino pulled up in front of the shop. Trevor rolled down the window and told me to meet him beside the building in the employee parking. We greeted each other and then he explained that we came in the back door when Buck or Ant got there. We were talking about how he had restored his car when Ant came flying in on a really cool motorcycle. I wasn’t an expert or anything but it sounded and looked great. After some joking between the guys we got into the store and started our day. To my surprise Ant was leaving me up front by myself. However, I choice to see it as a vote of confidence. We got busy around the same time as yesterday and keep busy. Ant was back and forth helping us both out. I don’t know how he was able to switch from the two and able to keep so on top of everything. After it had calmed down and Ant had helped Trevor recover he came up front to talks with me. I was so proud when he told me how good of a job I had done. He said I was a natural, which made me go pink in the checks. Then I went bright red as he squatted down to get us more receipt tape and his pants ripped. His big dick and balls popped out and were hanging there. They were the same light brown color as the rest of Ant. Expect the head of his dick was a dark pinkish color. He had a bush of curly black hair above his dick. I had seen guys naked before in the shower when I swam. And guys always rough housed and play around half naked after meets. But I’d never seen one like this out in the open and swinging free. Or one that seemed to be so big while still soft. It was shocking and making me horny as fuck at the same time. Ant looked up at me and realized I was seeing all his family jewels. He gave me a lopsided smile that looked to say sorry about that and was about to say something when a voice interrupted us. “Now Ant, do you really have to show all the new guys your big dick within a week of them starting here? And up front where the customers can see? You are going to make them clutch their pearls and run away!” I looked to the door where the effeminate voice originated. A man looking it be in his early 20s stood inside the front door. He looked to be of Asian decent and had a very twinky build. He was dressed in bright pink pants and a black shirt. He had his nails painted and was carrying a red purse like bag. That’s when I noticed his shirt had our logo on it. I turned to see Ant standing up and tucking what he could of his massive cock, which I swore looked like it had grown semi hard, into his ripped jeans and covered what he couldn’t with his hands. “Now Lance you know 90% of our customers would tip extra for this show.” He laughed and Lance joined him. “Hey Jacob, I am super sorry about that. I was running late and didn’t put on underwear. I didn’t count on a crotch blow out. I really hope I didn’t offended you.” He said looking at me a with sincere and concerned look. I wasn’t about to complain about seeing a big hog like his. What gay boy would. But I wanted to keep it professional, so I replied as calmly as I could while hoping my boner wasn’t showing in my pants. “It’s no problem man. I was in sports. I have seen dick before. It was a surprise but hey it’s all good!” “It’a good to see you hired a boy with sense.” Lance said now next to us. He had come through the door and around the wall to join us by the counter. “I am Lance, I was the new guy till they hired you. Been here almost a year. If you need anything just let me know. Here give me your phone and I will add you on my insta.” I could tell Lance was 100% himself and unique. I was pretty sure he was a wild soul, but also someone that once they were your friend they were for life. I handed him my phone unlocked and with the app open. “Nice to meet you. My name is Jacob. It’s my second day. I appricate all the help I can get!” “The kid is a natural, he has picked up the front end better than you have at a year Lance.” Ant teased Lance and shoulder bumped him, keeping his hands over his ripped jeans. Though one of his balls had fell out and he didn’t seem to notice. “Well then it is a good thing I am the kitchen bitch. I know you think Trev is king back there but I am the true Queen around this kitchen!” Lance proclaimed. ”Now wait one damn minute there Lancy, you wouldn’t beat me at making pizzas if I had one arm tied behind my back.” Trevor said as he walked around the warming shelves to join us. “I can make pizza better and faster than anyone here besides Buck.” He stated then busted out laughing when he looked at Ant and saw his predicament. “Dude showing brain to the new kid on day 2? Damn Ant! Also your right ball is still sticking out!” Trevor said failing to hold back his laughter. “You and your kitchen queen can both shove it. I can’t help my pants ripped. I am going to go see if Buck has any pants or shorts in the office. Lance help restock the pizza stations then Trevor you go on break. Jacob hold down the fort up here of a bit.” Ant said regaining command of the room and calming the laughing fits all three of us were having. When he came back up front Ant had a pair of very short black shorts on. They didn’t leave much to the imagination. I could see the outline if his dick as he walked. “We have Lance and Trevor through dinner rush then Trevor is going home. Kenny, our other employee, will be here at 4:45 to work the close with Lance. I am going to leave it up to you. You can stay through the dinner rush and help Kenny up here or go home when he gets here. Which would you like to do?” “If it’s ok with you I’d like to stay through dinner. I mean if the other guys don’t mind. I mean I need the hours.” I told him honestly. “Yea that’s fine. We will be busy tonight so the labor won’t hurt us and the boys won’t care. I think Buck finished the schedule for next week for me to double check and post tonight so you will have that to go by soon. But since we still have a few days this week we will just play your time by ear. You can stay till after the dinner rush, then tomorrow you can come in at 11:45 to help with the lunch rush.” I told him that was prefect and thanked him for the hours. He said that he was going back and to do inventory for a bit and that Lance and I could handle it for a while but if they got busy Lance would get him. As he turned and walked away I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. It was so nice!! I snapped out of it and got back to work. I got the counter area straightened up, helped a customer then went back to the kitchen to work on folding pizza boxes where I got to chat with Lance some more. To my surprise another pizza was made for the workers to share. —— Ant—— I left Jacob up front and Trevor was pulling out a large pizza he had made for us all to share. Lance had taken over the pizza station. With everything in hand I need to relieve some horniess I had since that sexy boy Jacob has ogled my dick earlier. I have a huge exhibition and voyeurism kink and him staring at my dick had started making me hard. I went to the stairs by the back door and walked down to the basement. The door at the bottom was locked, which I opened with the keypad. We didn’t use the basement for any work stuff. It was just cinder block and concrete floors. There was also a small 2 piece bath down there. I turned on the light and they glowed red. The king bed was up against one wall. There was a watch chair catty corner to the bed. A table and small dorm fridge sat against another wall. The wall opposite the bed had a tv mounted on it that turned on with the lights. Within a minute or two the porn last was playing started to play again. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed on the bed. The sheets were clean, we had a rule whoever uses it last puts fresh sheet on after they are done. I started to stroke my dick to its full hardness as I watched the porn. Some twink boy taking a daddy dick and the top had a bio hazzard tat. I didn’t want to be pozzed but I loved watching that shit! Hearing them beg for it. I was startled when the door to the basement opened and closed. Trevor walked to the bed from the door stripping his clothes off as he walked. Only Buck, Jayden, Trevor, and I knew this room was down here and had the code. Kenny and Lance, though true scorpion boys, haven’t been initiated down here yet. Trevor had his dom look on. He was the always easy going, jokester, gentle giant (by muscle not height) guy. But when he fucked he was a dom top. The only person that had topped him was Buck. He lifted me to my knees putting us face to face. He took my face in one hand as he wrapped his other around me in a tight squeeze. Then he kissed me, hard! We made out as his hands roamed my body. He started to finger my hole as he continued to make out with me. Stoping to put his fingers in my mouth so he had lube to continue fingering my hole. He pushed my head down till I was face to face with his fat dick and angry purple mushroom head. He was only about 6.5 inches long but had one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. He had a tuffed of bright red hair above his crotch. His body was rock solid and built. He had been competing in natural body building since high school. The man had more muscles than anyone else I knew. As I took him in my mouth, struggling to open wide enough for his girth, I saw the matching scorpion tattoo that all the scorpions had. His was on inside his left hip joint, right in his lower V line wear the posing speedo would cover it. I was already hard but seeing that made my uncut dick start to leak. He gave me very little time to adjust before he started to throat fuck me. He put his meaty hand behind my head and force fucked my throat. Making me take every inch. While he continued to reach behind me and finger my hole. “Fuck yes slut, choke on that fat poz dick! Little neg slut is gonna get my toxic seed! We are going to test you prep slut!” That made me moan around his dick as mine continued to leak. He slapped my ass hard definitely leaving a hand print on my asscheek. Then he did it again and again. The pain turned to pleasure and I continued to moan. “Ok slut it time this poz dick gets in that fucking neg hole!” He said as he pulled me off his now spit covered dick and picked me up and threw me in my back. He pulled my legs over his shoulder as he lined his fat poz spit covered dick up with my hole. That big purple mushroom head dripping charged precum onto my neg hole. Trevor spit on his dick head and my hole then shoved it in to the pubes in one go. I cried out in pain and pleasure. It was a good thing the basement was sound proof. He had me moaning and begging for his dick as he pounded my hole. I was typically a vers top when I fucked with guys, but since the first time I meet Trevor I knew he was meant to drill my hole. And he has often since he joined the shop. I was the first person he bred after he got his positive test result and I have taken hundreds of his charged loads since. ”Damn that hole was needing this slut. It was too tight. You haven’t taken my poz monster in a while. That’s too long slut!!! I am going to dump a huge toxic load in that neg ass!! I hope you prep works slut” His dirty talk and dominate fucking made me shoot hands free. Spurt after spurt of cum covered me and the bed. I shot an even bigger load than the one I had in the shower this morning. “Damn right slut, cum from my massive poz hog! Fuck that hole is so tight!! Fuck I am gonna nut in you!! Fucking take my goddamn poz babies!” Trevor roared as he buried his fat poz dick balls deep in my neg hole filling it with is tainted cum. He collapsed on top of me where he started to make out with me. After we had regained our composure, we cuddled naked together in the bed. He was great at aftercare. We changed the sheets and got dressed. Before we went back up stairs I had to drop most his load in the toilet. I couldn’t have them leak out without underwear in the middle of the dinner rush. We got upstairs just as Trevor’s break time was ending. He went up to the kitchen and started working at the second pizza as he ate a slice of the sausage pizza he had made. I took a slice of it and went to actually do some inventory as I need to get a supply order in eating the pizza as I worked. Kenny had come in while I was getting the order together. Between the 4 boys I didn’t need to help with the rush. It was very busy but they handled it no problem. They worked together like a well oiled team. I would have just gotten in the way. I ran the deposit to the bank for after hours drop and then got back to the store as the rush was ending. I posted the schedule for the next week. I had already split the lunch cash tips so when I got down with the schedule I split up the dinner cash tips and gave Jacob and Trevor their share then had them clock out and go home. The enthusiasm that Jacob showed even after a full, and very busy, shift was refreshing. He beamed at the money I gave him like it was a million dollars when really it was only around $250. He again took the time to say good bye to everyone. I really believed he was going to fit in here well. I overheard Trevor offer to take Jacob home in his car. It was raining and his bed could carry Jacob’s bike. It made me happy to see the boys bonding. I checked with Lance and Kenny to confirm they were good for the night and made sure they had the prep list. I told them to call me if there were any issues. I let them know Buck had texted me that would be in at 10:45 to lock up and help close down. He’d get their tip shares to them before they all left tonight and lock up the shop money in the safe before locking up the shop. I said my goodbyes to them and headed home. Luckily the rain was light. I got to my place and parked my bike. I made my way into the house to eat some leftovers from the night before. I got on my computer and fired up my game. I sat in my gaming chair with a towel under me to catch Trevor’s poz babies that were leaking from my hole as I played. I had to tap out and go to bed at 2 am, which was way early for me, but I was exhausted. I passed out wondering how long it’d be before our new boy Jacob would have Buck’s poz babies leaking from his tight boy hole! ——————— I think this chapter turned out pretty hot if I do say so myself, haha. I hope you all really enjoy it. Thank you all for the positive feedback!!! Next chapter will come soon.

Have you had other cocks besides?

you say "different", i say "better" 😜

Oh yes. There have been times when I lowered my stanfards to absolutely zero in order to have cocks breeding my ass.

I’d have to say my weirdest fetish that has developed over the years is for flat smooth tummies. When I see a skinny twink the first thing that comes to mind is licking his flat smooth stomach and tongue fucking his belly button.

Part 13 The morning after the night before found us all back at Tegel Airport ready to fly home. I didn't really know what to think about what had happened in the club. As usual, Neil had spent the night with me and had got up early in the morning and returned to his own room. Neither of us had said anything - partly because both of us were too drunk and too tired, and partly because I wasn't sure it would be wise to say anything. I knew Neil well enough to know that , although he liked to do things, he didn't often like to talk about things - something I knew was a source of frustration for his wife. I had woken up feeling surprisingly fresh and, as usual in the mornings, quite horny. I played with myself for a while, thinking about Neil taking it up the arse and turned on by the knowledge that he had taken two loads up him the night before, one of them being mine! I jumped in the shower and then decided to go down to breakfast. I wasn't very hungry but I was thirsty and soon I had demolished a couple of breakfast rolls, one with ham and one with cheese, three cups of tea, some orange juice and some fruit salad and yoghurt - my favourite kind of breakfast. When I finished breakfast, I went back to up to my room. Yusuf, the young guy who had eyed me up the day before, came out of one of the rooms and our eyes met. I realised he was a bit younger than I had first thought and was probably no more than 18 or 19 years old. Without a word, he followed me to my room and, almost as soon as the door was closed, he had my pants down and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then he got up, and without a word, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over the bed. He had a very nice, smooth arse and I was more than ready for a good hard fuck. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hairy arsehole. I went up him quite easily and he grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I didn't want to cum too soon, so I fucked him slowly at first, as he gave contented little grunts, and then I began to fuck him harder. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of the fuck, as I was, and before too much longer, I deposited what felt like a massive load of dirty cum right up his arse. When I pulled out, he pulled up his shorts and pants and grinned at me. A few seconds later he had disappeared out of the room, with not a word being spoken between us. A short time later, we were all congregated in the reception area to check out and just waiting for Jamal who, as usual, was last to arrive. I heard Robert telling Jamie and Callum that he had met a woman in a bar the night before and had fucked her in an alley behind the bar. Robert told them she had let him "do her up the arse", something apparently his girlfriend wouldn't allow. "Did you cum in her?" Jamie asked and Robert nodded as they high-fived each other. Jamie had come in for quite a bit of teasing as he had apparently been so drunk the night before, he had pissed his pants on the way back to the hotel. The teasing didn't seem to bother him though and he was on his usual cheerful good form. I had also learned that James had told the others he was tired and had left the group early to go back to the hotel. He too was being teased for being an amateur - but I guessed that there might be another reason he had left early and suspected it probably involved another secret trip to the Tiergarten for some cock. A few hours later we were on the plane heading back to London. Once again I was sitting with Neil and Callum, both of whom fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off. I was full of my own thoughts - mostly I was thinking about Neil and what we had done the night before. Neil usually had the capacity for drinking huge amounts of alcohol but still being in control of what he was doing. He had not stopped me fucking him - yet he must have known I was not wearing a condom and he must have known I was going to cum in him - yet he had let me do it. I knew that Neil was not the most talkative guy in the world, especially when it came to talking about how he felt about anything, and I knew if he was going to refer to what happened, it would have to be in his own time. My thoughts turned to some of the other guys I had fucked in Berlin, and I couldn't help wondering if I had pozzed any of them. I was somehow fairly sure I had knocked up the cheating ginger guy and also the young nerdy lad I fucked over the table tennis table at the Tiergarten. I don't know why I was so sure of that, I just get these instincts sometimes. Most of the other lads had drifted off to sleep by now, but I couldn't sleep - I was too restless and too full of thoughts. I decided to give my friend Gerry a call when I got back to London. I haven't mentioned Gerry yet, but he's quite an important part of my story and it was him who helped me come to terms with being HIV positive and helped me shape my approach to it. In some ways, you could say he's been a bit of a mentor. I first met Gerry when I was at my lowest ebb. I had been diagnosed a few months earlier, and I was really struggling with meds and had recently come off them. I wasn't sure what to do and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do. I loved fucking and I didn't want to stop - but I hated condoms and didn't want to use them. In addition, I was subject to really bad attacks of what felt like flu - they usually lasted about 48 hours, but they were really horrible. I was sweating, shivering and sleeping alternately - I felt like shit. The doctors had told me they thought I had been carrying a very high viral load for quite a long time. I can't remember why they thought that now, though they did tell me. I was also having really weird dreams- and in those dreams I kept seeing the faces of some of the guys I had fucked - the same faces over and over again. I was drinking in a gay bar in West London one night when I met Gerry. I had started drinking quite early with the intention of drinking as much as I could so that I could go home and just black out - that was how bad I was feeling. Gerry bought me a drink and invited me to sit at a table with him. I liked the look of him straight away - he was big, stocky and bearded and I realised almost immediately, friendly and caring. He said he could see I was really unhappy and asked me what the matter was. I found myself pouring out the whole story to him - my diagnosis, how I felt about it and all about my dreams. He listened sympathetically and then asked me to tell him more about the guys I kept seeing in my dreams. It was such a relief to tell someone, and somehow I knew instinctively that Gerry would understand. I told him they were all guys I had fucked in the six months before my diagnosis - I had been particularly active in that period, and I now knew that I had probably been carrying a very high viral load at the time. First of all, I told him about the homeless guy. I had been out drinking with a group of friends one night to celebrate someone's birthday and it was well after 11pm when I left the bar and made my way to the nearest underground station. The station was some way from the bar, but it was a warm summer's night and I had decided to walk to get some air. I hadn't been walking very long when I realised how badly I needed to piss. I should have gone to the toilet before I left the bar, but I hadn't, and as I walked along the road I was getting more and more desperate. I looked about for somewhere quiet to go and take a piss, but the road was quite busy with traffic and people. I turned up a side road and, much to my relief, saw a row of shops with an alley down the side. A skip full of builder's rubble meant no one could see the alleyway from the road - just what I needed. I wasted no time in going behind the skip and within seconds I had pulled my dick out and was pissing like a racehorse. Suddenly a voice said "Hey, watch what you're doing!" I turned my head - a good looking guy in a beanie hat was sitting by the skip, a sleeping bag pulled up around him. I had not noticed him and had almost pissed all over him. "Sorry mate!" I said, "I didn't see you there>" I had stopped pissing now and was standing there with my dick in my hand. I looked at the guy. I could see now that he was younger than I had thought at first, maybe late 20s at most and I could also see he was staring at my dick with a look of unmistakeable interest. "No worries!" he said with a grin He was still staring at my cock and I was getting semi hard now. "Nice dick!" he said "Thank you," I said and then added "I'm sorry mate, I really need to do this!" as I started to piss again. He was still staring at my dick. "Do it on me!" he said suddenly. I looked at him in surprise and he grinned at me. "Piss on me!" he said. I moved towards him and pissed all down his chest and onto the front of his jeans, moving my stream back up his body and aiming the rest straight into his mouth. When I had finished he reached out and pulled my cock towards him. Seconds later he had taken it in his mouth and was sucking me enthusiastically. I let him suck my cock for a while and then I felt myself getting close, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned to him to get up. He hesitated. "I don't know," he said "to be honest mate, I might not be very fresh." I told him I didn't care and I wanted to suck his cock. He hesitated again, but only very briefly and then he unzipped himself and puled his jeans and wet pants own to his knees. He had a nice cock and I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forwards, pulling his arse cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said "Please, fuck me!" I had some lube on me as always, and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock against his arsehole. He was very tight, but I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then he moaned "Harder, fuck me harder!" I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder, turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that he was so into being fucked. I was getting close now and told him so "Oh fuck," he moaned "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A short time later I shot what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out, he turned around and pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard as he wanked his cock and seconds later he shot his load out in front of him. We were both out of breath and as we pulled up our pants he told me it had been a while and said I had given him exactly what he needed. But now, as I told Gerry, I couldn't help wondering if I had also given him something that he didn't need. I told Gerry of some of the other guys I kept seeing in my dreams - some random guys I had fucked at the Vault, a couple of guys I picked up at the gym and some of my Grindr hook ups. I also told him about the Afghan Uber driver who had picked me up at a gay club and had invited me to sit in the front seat with him. He had shown me a picture of his wife and two kids and at first I had thought he was just being friendly when he asked me about the club I had been to. We ended up parked in a wooded area just off the main road where I fucked him, pants down over the bonnet of his car and shot a big load up his hairy arse as he told me how much he liked feeling the cum up his arse when he was driving. There was also the guy I had met on Christmas Eve when I was out with with some friends for a drink. One of my friends knew him and invited him to join us. David was a good looking dark haired guy, tall and slim and in the course of our conversation he told me he was going to be on his own for Christmas as his partner was away. He told me his partner was not out to his parents and was expected to go home for Christmas. "How old is he?" I asked curiously "He's 34." said David "Oh," I said I suggested going for something to eat and soon David and I were in an Indian restaurant enjoying a good feed. He didn't take much persuading to come home with me, although he was clear that if we did anything it would have to be with a condom. I hadn't used a condom for some time, but he produced one and rolled it on my cock. I began to fuck him, but after only a short time he told me to take the condom off. "Are you sure?" I asked Yes, fuck it - do me bareback!" I didn't need any persuading - I ripped off the condom and seconds later I was up his cheating arse bare. I really enjoyed fucking David and I could tell he was enjoying it too. I fucked him kneeling up on the bed, on my back with him riding my cock, then on his back with his legs in the air and then shot a big load right up him. He stayed the night and I fucked him again in the morning and then we showered together. We were both meeting friends for dinner but we were both still horny and we had another quick fuck before he left, he just pulled his pants and trousers down and I fucked him in the living room, sending him off to his friends with a big load up his arse. Then there was Kieran. He was a soldier I had hooked up with on one of the Apps when I was staying in a hotel in the north of England. He was 19, dark haired and up for a fuck. He told me he was in the army stationed at a base nearby and said he didn't have much time. I hadn't expected him to turn up in his army uniform but I wasn't complaining! He sucked my cock really well and the removed his boots, trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed so that I could slide my bare dick into his arse. We finished with him on his back, legs in the air as I fucked him and pumped a nice big load into his soldier boy arse. I told Gerry about my job and how I often picked up guys by giving them my number when they viewed a property and told him how sometimes one of a group of students would contact me after the viewing, sometimes one half a couple - mostly gay couples, but more than a few straight ones. I told him about Julian - a solicitor who had viewed a very expensive high end flat with his husband and had called me afterwards to see if he could have an additional viewing. He seemed very nervous and I guessed I would have to make the first move. As soon as I did, he was all over me. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his pants down and his arse in the air. He asked if I was going to use a condom and when I said I wasn't he said "Oh fuck! He bent over willingly and I fucked and bred him - his smart suit trousers and his Calvin Klein underpants at his knees. When I had finished he told me he had never cheated on his husband and told me his husband was the only guy who had ever fucked him bareback until now. Gerry listened as I told him about a few more guys. "Why do you think you keep seeing their faces?" he asked me I would have felt stupid saying it to anyone else, but somehow I knew Gerry would understand. "I think it's because I infected them with HIV" I said "You think you knocked them up?" said Gerry "Yes." He looked at me. "You're probably right." he said. I hadn't really expected him to say that but he said it was more than likely and I might find I had an instinct for knowing when I had knocked someone up. He also told me that all these guys had offered up their arses of their own free will - they were all adults and I hadn't forced them to do anything they did not want to do. Gerry said that was their responsibility - not mine. As long as I was honest if someone asked me my status and didn't stealth anyone, his view was that I was acting responsibly. Gerry had told me earlier that he was also positive and not on meds, and now he told me that his doctors thought he had acquired a rare strain of HIV that was largely resistant to meds. I was already feeling much better through talking to Gerry and after we had talked a bit more, he did what I had been secretly hoping he would do - he took me home and fucked me! As soon as he closed the door to his flat, I was all over him. He got his cock out and I went down on him. His cock was pretty big, but as I sucked it got bigger and bigger and soon I was sucking on one of the biggest and thickest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. "That's it," he said "Suck on that big poz cock!" I sucked him for a bit longer and then he turned round and bent over. "Now lick my arse!" he said. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up into his hole. I licked him for a while and then took his cock back into my mouth. A few moments later I was on my back on his kitchen table, my shoes, trousers and pants on the floor as Gerry pushed his cock into my arse. His cock was huge and really stretched my arse, but I don't think I have ever felt so turned on. He looked at me. "I bet this is how you got knocked up in the first place!" he said "On your back, letting guys fuck you, no questions asked!" "Yes," I gasped "You're going to love being positive, aren't you?" he said as he continued fucking me. "Yes!" I moaned, "I'm going to love it! I'm going to fucking love it!" "Good boy!" he said as he began to fuck me even harder. "Take my fuck - let me re-charge you!" "Yes, yes!" moaned. "Please do it - recharge me, fucking recharge my cunt!" "I'm getting close!" he said "Do you want this?" "Oh fuck, yes!" I moaned "I want it!" "Tell me how much!" "More than anything!" I moaned "Fuck me, breed me, give me your strain! Give me your fucking strain!" He started to cum in me. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. "Tag me, you bastard! I moaned. "Fucking do it! Tag me for life!" Gerry finished cumming and pulled out of me. I knew I was now on a different path and life would never be quite the same again.

Mid week at the Sauna Hot muscle bottom in his late 40's - short - say 5'8 - Just a perfect height for fucking. (He is sizzling hot , - in his 20's/30's he could have been a podium dancer - and still very well preserved) I'm a stocky bear so a bit of beauty and the beast - but im fine with that. I have known him for several years , he just messages when he wants thick Daddy dick Got to the Sauna early afternoon and showered , then went up to the dark area where all the serious players go to fuck. We bumped in to each other and I started kissing him and pinching his nipples (he has great pecs / disco tits) I'm 5'11 so its all a perfect fit (I have a same regular fuck who's 6'4 and until his on the bed doggy style the height difference doesn't work) Being a slag his towel was with the tuck at the back so I (or any other top/s) could finger his ass. He has been fucked so much that his ass is fleshy - I spit lubed a couple of fingers and worked them in to him , he just loves this. Normally I like either fucking in the dark room or a cubicle , but today I wanted him in the sling. We uncoupled and I pushed him in to the sling and tucked his legs behind the chains , exposing his fleshy ass , i knelt down and rimmed him , not the faux porn "licks" , but forcing my tongue in deep tasing him - and pulling his cheek apart to get in deeper. He was fucking loving it. He opened a bottle of poppers and inhaled strongly When he was wet enough from my spit I stood up and put my fully engorged cock on his ass lips and slowly pushed in , he was so relaxed that he opened up easily , I stayed still feeling his heat and started to pinch his nipples this drove him crazy. He started to thrash about , this is great as the noise attracted a crowd , there is nothing like a hot guy getting fucked in a sling - as usual hand appeared around my cock to feel if I had a condom on (I don't mind as I'm sure that the excitement of this will turn a reluctant condom wearer in to a BB'er) I pulled out and another guy stepped up and plugged his hole - BB ,his cock was smaller than mine , I could see that he was not in the fuck for the long hall - he just wanted to nut , great for me as a fresh fucked hole is my thing. Whilst he was fucking the bottom I moved up and put my cock in his mouth so he could taste my premium and his ass He wasn't a growler , just built up speed and dropped his load and pulled out. I fingered his ass , unbelievably sloppy and warm. I pushed back in him loving the very fresh cum in him (even after 5 mins cum can get this and watery - so under a minute cum is best) His ass was exquisite warm and perfectly lubed (only spit and cum) I huffed on my poppers and enjoyed the ride. I rode him for a few minutes then pulled my self deeply in to him to cum. I hand't cum for a few days so when I did it was a lot, and was dribbling our of his ass and pooling on his balls.

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)