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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

Hi! Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Writing is hard and motivation is scarce. Fortunately, I had a hot encounter with a big hot bear recently that gave me a spark of inspiration so here's Part 3 of 4 to the story of the Dirty Daddy and the Dumb Boy. Not gonna lie, this was rushed and not spellchecked! Forgive any typos or stuff that just doesn't make sense. I just wanted this get this out ASAP. ------- Part 3 My vision was getting blurry and the room seemed to be slightly spinning. I soldiered on, determined to finish this job and collect the money I needed. I was eager to get out of this dangerous situation as fast as I could. I’ve never drank this much before so the effects of the alcohol were new to me. I didn’t know my own limits and unfortunately I had unknowingly passed the line already. While trying to fight against my spaghetti legs I suddenly felt Papa’s hands grab both of my shoulders which helped me keep my balance. He took a hold of my body and pointed me towards the bed. “Sit down on my bed, boy. You look like you’re close to falling over. Take a load… off.” It seemed like he was being courteous but I didn’t see the evil glint in his eye that would’ve indicated otherwise. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just drank a little more than I should’ve.” He led me to bed, rubbing my shoulders along the way until I plopped down. He stood in front of me, putting his hands back on my shoulders, his giant furry belly at eye level with me. Glancing down I saw his huge cock tenting in his underwear, with a wet spot right where the tip of this mushroom head was. The thought of wanting to see his cock flashed in my mind, and then I noticed my own arousal making my cock stir, this was wrong. Papa started rubbing the back of my neck and head, each rub pulling me slightly closer towards him almost as if he was subtly guiding me towards his crotch. The musk emanating from his crotch was very strong. The stench invading my nose served as a reminder of what was at stake if I didn’t take control of the situation. I tried to move my head back but his firm grip on the back of my head kept me from retreating. “Relax, boy. You’re so tense right now. Just let Papa make you feel good.” Suddenly, he pushed my face into his crotch, I could feel the heat from his tool and a strong throb. I was going to protest verbally but he worked my neck with his big strong hands and I melted into him, they felt so good. Between the liquor, the massage, his musk, and sexual tension of it all, I was completely lost. I surrendered myself to Papa and let him run his hands all over me. “Good boy. Your body feels so good and soft to touch.” I let out a small moan. “I’ve never had a massage before, this feels amazing.” He became more aggressive, rubbing me all over my neck, back, and chest. Every once in a while he would graze my crotch, making my dick jump from the sensation. With one hand Papa grabbed my neck and forced my head upwards, my eyes met his gaze. Something was different, he didn’t have the kind, caring eyes that he had beforehand. His look was more stern, his eyes demanded my attention. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With each passing moment he became more aggressive while we made out. Every once in a while he would break our kiss to rub my pecs, lick my neck and ears, or grab my cock. After making out for about five minutes, Papa pulled away. He took his underwear off and then tugged mine off. He began to slowly stroke my cock. My dick was harder than it had ever been before, leaking a bead of precum. “Your lips are so soft, I bet they’d feel amazing on my cock.” His fat cock looked and smelled delicious. Something about his nasty musk lured me in. His pheromones were doing their work on me… along with the liquor. I wanted it in my mouth but I still had some sense. “You have HIV. I can’t put your cock in my mouth, I don’t want to get infected.” Papa laughed. “Trust me boy, sucking on it is safe. It’s my cum that’s toxic anyways, no one’s ever gotten infected from just sucking on another man’s cock.” It sounded plausible enough to me and Papa seemed like such a nice guy, why would he lie? My mind was being tortured by the decision I had to make; Suck Papa’s dick or quickly make an exit. Flashes of the encounter I had with the older man I met while at college flashed through my head. The way he tried to seduce me, chickening out, and later having second thoughts about letting him have his way with me. While deliberating, Papa gave his fuck stick a couple of shakes and I watched thick bead of precum drip down and hit the floor. I thought to myself “Fuck it. As long as I'm just sucking him, it should be safe.” I opened my mouth and he took that as enough consent. He pulled into his musky crotch, his cock head slipped past my lips. I held onto his sides to find my balance, and began slurping his head, sucking it like a lollipop. "Mm, fuck boy—just like that," he says, the hard fleshy member throbbed as I sucked on it. I felt this fingertips massaging my head and subtly controlling my movements at the same time. He slowly pushed my head down into him, his dick sliding deeper into my mouth until he tickled my tonsils with his tip. "Good boy, that's a nice cocksucker! You’ve got a pussy mouth." "Thank you," I muttered, muffled by his member. I felt proud that I was doing such a good job sucking his dick, it was my first time and I was already getting compliments. I was eager to do a good job. I rolled my tongue around my cockhead for a second before slurping the shaft down, going all the way to the base of his 8 inch cock, and burying my nose into his fatpad. I immediately gagged. “Slow down, boy. Don’t kill yourself on my cock just yet. I like nice, slow head. That’s how my boys usually get me to blast my load down their throats, try it.” The idea of Papa blasting his load down my throat excited me but I knew it was dangerous. Sucking him was one thing, but letting him infect me with a viral load was different. I struggled against Papa’s firm grip on my head enough for his cock to slip out of my mouth. He looked disappointed. “Sorry Papa, I don’t mind sucking your cock but I don’t want you to cum in my mouth. You said it was toxic.” I was being assertive, finally taking control of the situation. Things had already progressed too far, I couldn’t believe the liquor messed with my mind and made me suck off his dirty daddy. “That’s why you have to swallow it all after I cum.” Papa said matter of factly. “Your stomach acid will do the rest of the work and kill the virus. Didn’t you learn that in school, boy? Now if I shot a hot load in your ass, that would be a different story. You’d definitely be in trouble.” Of course that’s how it works. How would I be so stupid? Papa’s logic made total sense to me. Sucking him off was fun and I didn’t really want to stop anyways. My only fear was getting infected by him shooting his load in my mouth but I didn’t have to worry about that if I just gulped it down. Papa moved closer to me, he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed his cock back into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it. "Fuck. That's good throat," Papa’s hips started to move in sync with his hands to gently fuck my face. "You’re doing a GREAT job, boy! You’re working that nut out of my sack.” "Thank you, Papa," I mumbled on his cock, trying not to gag. I looked up into his eyes and saw his face contort as he moaned and seethed in pleasure. His groans grew increasingly primal, grunting like an animal as he pushed his cock into my throat. I could feel it throb and expand as he got closer to orgasm. He was really into getting the motion of fucking my face. What started out as gentle and slow was becoming rough and frantic. Suddenly he pushed his cockhead past my tonsils, and touched the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to back up, but his hand on my head kept me steady as his cock started to throb and leak a ton of precum into my mouth. "I'm fucking cumming, boy! Here comes my toxic spunk, open that throat wide!" Suddenly I could feel his cock blast ropes of hot cum into the back of my throat. I made sure to swallow everything as fast as I could, it was difficult to do with Papa’s cock almost blocking my airway completely. "Fuuuuuck… fuuuuuck…" he groaned with each pump, his body convulsed while he thrust his dick into my mouth. It took a full minute for Papa to finish his orgasm. He withdrew from my mouth leaving a trial of slobber and cum from my lips to the tip of his cock. I made sure to swallow whatever was left in my mouth. “Whew boy, I needed that! Was that your first time sucking cock? You’re a natural.” He shook his cock at me, flicking a bit of cum into my face. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss for words, drunk and confused about what I just did. Papa walked around the bed and then laid down on it. He grabbed me and pulled into his bed with him. We laid side by side with his arm around my shoulder. He started stroking my cock while stroking his. I was amazed that he was still rock hard after cumming “I thought everyone went soft after an orgasm, how do you still have an erection?” Papa gave a slight chuckle. “I’m just always horny boy, as long as I’m turned on I can keep going. I can cum multiple times and the second load is always the biggest. ” He had impressive stamina for a man his age. He flashed a devilish smile at me. “You know… you made me feel really good with your mouth so maybe I can return the favor by making you feel really good too.” I was intrigued, everything he did to me so far felt amazing. “What did you have in mind?” “Flip over and lay on your stomach. Now.” I did as I was told. Papa sat up and climbed over me, straddling my legs between his while he knelt over me. I felt his cock slap my asscheek. “Just relax, boy. I’m going to take you to paradise.” I let out a sigh as he began kneading my back with his big, strong hands. At that point, I totally let go. My body was buzzing and I’m pretty sure I was drooling a little bit. In my drunken state I began to sink into the bed. I was starting to drift in and out of consciousness, not enough to black out but enough for my head to be enveloped in a hazy fog. Papa shifted around while massaging me and I felt his cockhead grinding against my crack, slowly parting my cheeks. “You ready for paradise, boy?” Papa asked. “Yes” I mumbled, unaware of what was about to take place next. “Good. Cuz you’re all mine now.” The predator caught his prey. Part 4 - The big finale will be out before the end of the year. (Hopefully).

If everyone is turned on and into their playmate(s), it’s not creepy at all. There’s nothing quite like being rimmed out fucked & bred by younger cock. Feeling them bust a load inside you is proof they’re into it.

It’s only creepy if they think it’s creepy. And since you seem to have a regular thing going with them, I seriously doubt they have an issue with the age gap. I do understand your questioning, since I was in confronted the same issue about 4 years ago. I was 58 and the Grinder hookup was 19. I asked him directly and he assured me he was more than OK with the age gap. In fact, he confessed he had been with a few guys who were in their 60’s before. So enjoy while it lasts!

Since my cock is above average in girth, I have had this issue, especially in my 20’s and 30’s when quite a few of the bottoms were relatively inexperienced. By the time I got them totally open to taking me raw, I had them somewhat relaxed and ready. I typically ate their ass and used a finger or two to get the lube inside there fuck hole. Since my cock gets thicker as Itgeir ass slides towards the base, it helped when I would go slow and stop occasionally to give their ass time to adjust. If they still had some difficulty, I found poppers typically relaxed them enough so I could get all the way in. On a few occasions, I had to pull out and let them rest. I found fingering them help stretch them open. I remember only one the guy couldn’t take me. He was a young virgin (legal age-barely) that was just too nervous. But the next time we met, he managed to take me. for the few times I have been fucked, I found copious amounts of alcohol and poppers helped me relax. I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this issue, but I found it easier to take thicker cocks, rather than really thin ones. One guy I remember felt like I was being jabbed with pencil repeatedly; he was so ridged with no give. The thicker and bigger cocks seem to be more forgiving and flexible. Maybe I was just a size queen back than? Who knows.

Based on my experiences: Getting bred is amazing. I find there is more intimacy with bareback sex than with a condom. I don’t always feel cum in my ass. For me it depends on either how big the tops load is or how many loads I receive. I have had guys orgasm and not felt anything or had any leakage later. I have also received big loads and immediately felt wet inside and had leakage. If a take several loads, I definitely feel the cum inside me. Sometimes I can feel the pulsing sometimes not. For me it depends on how strong the tops ejaculation is and/or how thick the tops cock is. After I have been bred I have a blissful feeling. I feel happy that the top got off using my body and rewarded me with his load. I try to keep loads in me as long as possible. I don’t like to push it out. I want my body to absorb as much as possible. Getting fucked feels amazing to me. I have known since I was a teenager that I enjoyed having things in my ass. So I have always wanted to be a bottom. The first time I was fucked was by an older man at a bathhouse. It hurt at first but then became pleasurable. I was sore the next day. I was honestly unsure about it all for a few days afterwards but after a few weeks I was horny again and back at the same bathhouse getting fucked again. After a few times my body got used to it. Now it is a very pleasurable experience. I have been fucked by guys much older than me and much younger than me. I have never felt weird about it. We are all looking for the same thing and just want to enjoy the experience.

Hi Guys. Thanks for the comments. I agree the women are getting a little repetitive and I didn't intend for it to become a downer on the story. I guess I got stuck in a rut with the story line. I'll take some time to think around some new directions to take it.

I think you need to get out more. It's definitely not creepy, and it is definitely widely accepted between men that need to show the kids how to fuck, and take pride in their work. I'm no chickenhawk, but I've fucked the feathers off a number of them through the years. It's up to the more "experienced" to pass our learned-talents down to the younger guys. If we don't do that, then how will they learn?

I agree with @PG1961Canada, @Captool and @OlderkinkybiguyUnless you are blackmailing them…. If they keep coming back ….clearly they are enjoying it so I would not call it creepy. maybe for them it may be “kinky” but I would certainly not call it “creepy” so lay back and enjoy!!! oh …. And where did you meet these guys? (He asked so he could try the same app)

I am not sure how most feel but I like wearing a jock, or thong. Before chastity was popular the only way you could let people know your focus was on your pussy was to hide your dick. Jocks and thongs were/are an easy way to do that. I am not a big man height 5’5” so my package looks much larger than it is. I’m 7” but thick. Most guys see that and focus on my dick and nothing else. Unfortunately I am not a bottom that enjoys getting his dick sucked or played with.

You know you're a true cum dump when... you're in an XXX bookstore and there are no customers, so you strike up a polite conversation with the clerk behind the counter and she tells you that she and her coworkers routinely laugh about you and refer to as "the pig." Not "a pig." "THE pig." They refer to "the pig" and instantly know who that means and have a good laugh. I'm "the pig."

There is nothing mote intimate than a man's semen filling another man. That being said whether i feel his nutt is totally secondary than feeling his orgasm. The quickened pace of his penis fucking me, his deeper and faster breathing and of course the pulsations of his dick and the thought that every pulse is an indication of a volley of his seed coating my rectum and if the fucking was vigorous enough even soaking through my ass walls.

I started doing this years ago. Like others, I often go booth to booth looking for shiny spots on the floor. It really helped increase my cum consumption. It used to be a hard thing to get 10 loads in a session, but now I do it routinely. I often get 3 to 5 loads from the floor and occasionally a used condom.

Tbh I think sometimes I THINK I feel him. But often it's the body language when he cums and the noise he makes what makes you think you can feel him shooting.

Today I was in Jefferson City Missouri for some easy repair work so I jump on sniffies and I’ve got it running in the background and I jump on periodically looking for what ever catches my eye. I wasn’t sure if I was in a bottoming mood or a topping mood. Anyway I happen to see a few miles away on the map that there was this 33 year old muscle hairy top with a nice 8” cock. The kind that has a huge bulbous head on the end. So I shoot him a message and wait and o go back to work. A few min later I check and he had replied and we exchange some pics and at this point I’m wanting to bottom for this alpha top. So I finish my work and I run to the gas station to clean out in the bathroom. I shoot him a message and say I’m cleaned out and I have an hour that I can take for lunch and he said he could host so he shoots me the address and we get there at about the same time bur he welcomes me in and he is fucking hot short hair and muscular as hell. I could see he was fit even through his button up shirt. So he asked if I wanted a drink or something and I said naw and that I’d like to get right to it so he leads me back to his bedroom and we strip and I fall to my knees and suck his cock and I’m doing my best to deep throat him but that head was so big I could barley fit it in my mouth. But he gets rock hard and I ask him where he wants me and he said what ever is more comfortable for me and I say doggy. He asks me if I’d like some poppers and I’m like yeah I’ll try some. So I take a few hits and my head is swimming and he starts eating my ass and he stands up and starts rubbing some lube on my ass and flipping his cock head up and down on my hole and he asks “do you have a preference where you want my cum to go” and I said “I’d prefer if you put it deep inside me” so he starts pressing in and my ass tries to open but it hurt a lot so he said “ I’m going to work your hole open with my fingers for a bit” and I believe he put in two and he was nice and gentle. So I take a couple more hits of poppers and hold my breath and my head is thumping while he presses slowly into my ass and finally gets it in and we hold it there and I take another hit of poppers as he starts to fuck me and I look to the side and I see a full length mirror and I can see this muscular hairy alpha top getting balls deep in my pale ass and he asks “are you ok with going multiple rounds?” And I’m like “yeah we got time” so he fucks me like that for a while and he gets super hard and pumps my ass hard and shoots his first load. He pulls out and I ask him to grab a pic and he does and I stand up and I can few his load running down my leg and he goes and washes off and comes back and I suck his cock and I can taste his cum on the top lip of his cock and he gets hard again and I lay on my back and he sucks my cock for a little bit but I can’t get hard so he tries to put it back in but he goes limp and I apologize and say I’m nervous and he said yeah it’s always like that on the first meeting so we head to the bathroom and I wipe a few times and he washes off and he walks back into his bedroom and I come maybe 20 second later and he is putting some stuff away and I fall to my knees again and start sucking his cock and he gets rock hard again and has me get on my back and he slides in and he starts pounding and I start begging him for his load and he lets loose again and floods me a second time. I had him get another pic but you couldn’t see the cum just my red swollen hole. So we head back to the bathroom and chitchat again and I get dressed and thank him for the two loads and tel him I’ll hit him up next time I’m in town. So I head to my next job and complete it and it’s probably an hour later and I go to the bathroom and push out a massive load and 30 seconds later push out a glob more. My hole is throbbing right now and I can’t wait to go another round with him.

It was a stressful day. I did a lot of overtime non stop this past two weeks. But sniffies been a gold mine with me with guys. A random guy chatted with me. I can see he had a nice cock. A big thick one. 7.5 looks big to me. I couldn’t suck him deeply. After work at 10 hour. It was 2:30 am in the morning. I went to a regional park to pee. I got a notification from a random guy. He won’t share his face picture but will show me his nice thick cock. I told him I want to suck him. He told me to drive to another park closer to his neighborhood. So I did. I passed by it and rerouted back. I parked next to his car. And I got out. We finally exchanged our names. I was like wow-he’s nerdy hunk. Long beard and stocky build. He led me to the picnic tables and he stripped his pants. I got on to suck him. It was soo thick and it hard to deep throat. He let me sniff some poppers. I got so relaxed and hornier. I had the urge to strip naked. He was blown away. He compliment my smooth skin. He made out with me. I begged him to give me hickies and bite, suck my nipples. He obligated every begs. I moan so much. He turn me around and he spit on his dick. He fucked me by bending me over. I was sniffing more poppers. I was enjoying it. I kept moaning louder. I didn’t care if the homes above us heard us. He kept fucking me harder. Until he dumped his seed deep in my hole. I was completely satisfied. Now we plan on to meet up couple of times at night after I leave work. He loved my tight smooth ass.

It is rare but sometimes I feel him pulsating. It is also hit or miss if it leaks out. A real bottom craves the load. I honestly think it’s a hormonal reaction or something but that’s a different topic. If you just want to get fucked to feel what it’s like you are probably not bottom.

Thanks for all your comments! So here's the next part of the journey. Hope you enjoy.... Part 4: The Biohazard Archives: Poz Stories and Porn The calm lasts for the rest of the night. It's a lie, of course, but a comforting one. You sleep soundly, the secret in the freezer a cold, quiet anchor. But the next morning, the lie shatters. You're making coffee. You open the freezer. The condom is still there, but that's all it is. A memory, a pathetic little trophy frozen in time. A toxic bomb, now defused and dead. The risk is gone. Without its poison, it's just a sad piece of rubber. The magic is gone. And in that moment, you realize the chilling, undeniable truth: the memory is not enough. The fantasy is not enough. The hunger is a demand, not a request. And a demand cannot be satisfied by watching. It has to be hunted. You sit back down at your laptop. The screen's glow is a sterile comfort in the dark room. You don't go to the usual apps, the ones filled with "safe" men and "normal" hookups. You go to a search engine and type in the words that have been echoing in your mind. You find a place called Breeding Zone. It's a forum, a digital promised land, and you click through the warning page without a second thought. Creating the profile feels like a clandestine act. The username is a string of random letters and numbers, untraceable. For the avatar, you don't use a picture of your face or your body. You use a close-up, macro shot of your PA ring—the heavy, 00g tribal dream circle of steel. It's a signal. A flag. And then you are in. The forum titles hit you like a physical blow. They aren't coded in polite euphemisms; they are raw, honest, and terrifyingly familiar. My First Pozzing Story. Toxic Load in a Public Toilet. Neg Bottom Looking for My First Gift. A wave of relief so powerful it makes you dizzy, washes over you. You're not a monster hiding in the shadows. You're home. These are your people. They speak your language. They understand the hunger, the need, the dark, beautiful thrill of the chase. This becomes your ritual for the next weeks. Every night, you would return to the same story, the multi-part epic called "Sleazy Sauna." The thread is massive with hundreds of thousands of views. You start reading, your heart hammering against your ribs. From the first sentence, you are not just reading; you are remembering. You are the narrator. You are the safe, middle-aged neg guy walking into that run-down sauna, the smell of damp and chlorine in the air. You feel the eyes of Sid, the old, skinny regular, on you, the thrill of his directness as he compliments your tattoos and casually asks, "Want to fuck?" And then you get to the line that makes you stop and re-read, your breath catching in your throat. When the narrator – when you - ask about a condom, Sid just keeps fucking and says, "I hate the things. Haven’t used them since I was diagnosed." At first, the word doesn't fully land. Diagnosed. It hangs in the air, a clinical, sterile word in the middle of this filthy, intimate act. And then it clicks. This isn't just some old man who prefers to fuck bare. This is a poz man who is planning to plant his toxic seed in your ass without a single thought or care as to whether you are neg or not. For a normal, safe guy, that moment should be a full-stop, a siren blaring, a reason to scream and run. It should be the definition of disturbing. But you can feel it happening to you—the shock, the fear, and the overwhelming, horned-up decision to just go along with it, to let the risk wash over you because the feeling is too good to stop. But it's the second part of the story that truly destroys you. You are again the narrator, having been tested negative and handed a get-out-of-jail-free card. And yet, you are back at the sauna, your heart pounding, your hole twitching with a need you can't explain. You hear Bill at the counter warn the you, "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." You're hard instantly, stroking yourself as you read. You are in that dark room, being pulled between two unseen bodies. You know, with a sick certainty, that these are them. These are the two toxic trolls Bill warned you about, the ones with the highly charged, untreated loads. You are the one sandwiched between them, crying with shame and depravity, feeling the ultimate surrender as you push back and squeeze your hole around their thrusting cocks, eager to milk more poz cum from them and get yourself knocked up. The words on the screen get you close, but they aren't enough to finish you. You need the visuals. You need the sounds. You minimize the forum and open the video file. You find the clip. It opens on a scene of profound intimacy. A bottom is on his back, his legs thrown up in the air, surrendering completely. A top is above him, moving inside him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Their connection is palpable, a quiet dance of flesh that feels more like a shared prayer than a simple fuck. The gentle, rhythmic slap of skin is the only sound besides their soft moans. Then, the top’s voice cuts through the quiet, a low murmur now laced with a sudden, sharp tension. "I think it broke." And in that moment, you are the bottom. A jolt of pure ice-water panic floods your veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be safe. Your mind races, screaming at you to push him off, to stop this right now. But your body betrays you. The slow, hypnotic rhythm doesn't stop, and the pleasure is too exquisite, too all-consuming. The fear is there, a sharp edge, but it's dulled by the overwhelming sensation. The top's words were a quiet confession, but to you, they are a test. He needs you to make the choice. The bottom’s response is a choked whimper of pure, unadulterated need, his back arching to meet each deep, steady thrust. "Fuck me anyway. I don't care." You understand that whimper. It's the sound of reason shattering. It's the moment the fear begins to curdle into something else—something dark and thrilling. Your hand is on your own cock, stroking in time with the slow, hypnotic rhythm on the screen. "Do you want me to pull out when I cum?" the top asks, his voice a strained whisper. He's offering one final escape, one last chance for safety. "Of course not," the bottom moans, his voice thick with unwavering desire, pulling him in closer, a silent refusal to let him escape. "But I'm positive," the top says, his voice a quiet, final warning. He's laid all his cards on the table. The risk is now real. It has a name. "I don't care," the bottom breathes. "I want your seed so bad. I want your shit... so fucking good!" That's it. That's the moment of total surrender. The fear doesn't just fade; it transforms into a desperate, all-consuming craving. The thought of his charged load, of his poz seed, is no longer a danger. It's the prize. It's what you want. They continue, the sound of a poppers cap being unscrewed cutting through the heavy breathing. The camera is locked in a single, unchanging POV. You see nothing but the top's cock, now sheathed in the tattered, broken latex, as it slowly sinks into the bottom's ass, then just as slowly withdraws. You don't see their faces. You are the bottom, feeling that broken rubber dragging against your rim with every slow, deliberate stroke. Then, a new sound. A deep sniff. The sound makes your own hand tremble with anticipation. You fumble for your own bottle, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to your nostril, timing your own sharp, desperate inhalation to perfectly match the one you are hearing through the laptop speakers. The rush hits you, a warm wave washing over you, dissolving the last of your resistance. The fear is gone, replaced by a blissful, open hunger. Your mind is no longer thinking about risk; it's focused only on the feeling, on the need to be filled, to be bred. Your head swims, your vision blurs at the edges, and your own moaning grows louder, more guttural, mingling with the sounds from the video until you can't tell where you end and the screen begins. The cock on screen never stops its slow, deliberate motion. Then, another sniff, this time from the top. You hear it, and without hesitation, you take another hit yourself, your body in perfect sync with the men you can only hear. The second rush deepens the hunger, solidifies it into a single, burning purpose. "Yeah, give me your seed," the bottom begs, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me that fucking charged load, yeah, cum in me deep." You feel the words in your own throat. You want to beg for it, too. "Yeah, I'm gonna knock you up," the top growls, his rhythm finally beginning to speed up. "Cum as deep as you can," the bottom cries out. The top grunts, his body tensing as he unloads. He pulls out, and the camera holds on the bottom's gaping, red hole. A single, thick, perfect drop of white cum wells up and drips down. The sight of that charged drop, the sound of those words, amplified by the poppers flooding your system, is the guaranteed trigger. You cum, a huge, explosive load that shoots all over your chest and face, a desperate, solitary offering. You slump back in your chair, panting. You look down at your new jogging pants. Another load soaking into the fabric. They're stiffening with dried cum, becoming a beloved cumrag, a physical testament to how deep you're being drawn in. It was a powerful, intense orgasm, but as the waves of pleasure recede, you're still staring at the screen. The forum is just a collection of words. The clip is just pixels. And you are still alone in your apartment, your pants stiffening with another load. The relief is temporary. The hunger is permanent.

Part 2! Sorry for the long way. Writing is hard! This chapter is a bit of a slow burn but the next chapter will be the climax (lol). I promise it won't take as long as this one did to release. Remember, this is literally one of the first stories I've ever written and I am NOT a profession writer by any means. This story will be littered with typos and bad grammar. Hell, some of it might not make any sense at all! Proofreading is not in my skill set. ----- The day had arrived. I left my parents place in the afternoon and I was on my way to fix this dirty old man’s computer. “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. That’s what I told myself to justify going against my senses and making this risky trip. Somehow the risk made me a little excited and the thrill made my adrenaline pump. Still, I had a sense of unease the whole bus ride leading up to getting dropped off at PapaTop’s apartment building. It was an older, rundown building in a rough part of town. Before I got on the bus he told me to just go into the building and find his apartment when I got here, the door would be unlocked so I could just walk in without knocking. He’d be waiting for me. I rode the elevator up to his floor and exited into the hallway. I followed the signs and eventually found his door. My heart started pounding in my chest and my cock twitched ever so slightly. “In and out.” I whispered to myself as I reached for the door knob. I twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, as it creaked open my nostrils were immediately hit by a pungent odor that knocked me back an inch or two. If I had to guess, it was a mix of cigarettes, body odor, and hot sex. My brain was screaming at me. “Don’t go in there! You’re in danger!” but that thought was quickly replaced by the image of PapaTop’s cock and my body moved forward on its own. I walked through the door, closing it behind me. My eyes widened as the very first thing I saw was Papa sitting on a couch and jerking his cock in the middle of the living room. This was the very first time I’ve seen him in person and he’s just casually stroking his thick meat in front of me. I was stunned at the sight… but intrigued. He was a big, chubby, bear of a man. The best way I could describe PapaTop would be an old, dirty, Santa but replace his joyous spirit with something a bit more… sinister. He had classic male pattern baldness, missing hair on the top of his head. Thick light gray hair covered his whole body and his fur looked damp, he must’ve worked up a sweat while jerking off. He had on a dirty wife beater and some old, dingy, tighty whities bunched up around one of his ankles. Under his huge belly I saw his thick, greased up cock sticking out from his fat pad. His pics didn’t do his cock any justice. He had a huge mushroom head and a thick veiny shaft. He had to have been 7, maybe 8 inches long if you accounted for the extra inch of cock he had hidden in his fat pad. I shuddered at the thought of having to have it anywhere near my ass, that thing could do damage. This would be enough to scare any sane person away but I froze while my brain processed everything I was looking at. I stared for about 15 seconds hoping that he’d stop and acknowledge me. His eyes were closed but surely he heard his door open when I came in. I felt my dick start to harden in my pants, I couldn’t deny that watching him stroke his meat was turning me on but I told myself that I wasn’t getting hard because of PapaTop. My hormones were just out of whack, that’s all… it wasn’t the thought of his huge, shiny, cock slowly slithering towards me… entrapping me… forcing itself into me… that last thought made me snap back to reality. I gave a light cough to get his attention and I saw his eyes open. “That you, boy? Come on in! No need to be shy. I’m just about finished here.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy with a bit of a country twang to it “Come sit.” He sat up straight, pulled his underwear up, and tucked away his cock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” I said as I walked towards the couch. The closer I got to him, the more I smelled his musk. He chuckled “Sorry boy. I didn’t know exactly when you were coming and for some reason I woke up very horny today…” He paused and looked me up and down lustfully. His cock was still rock hard in his underwear, I thought I saw it twitch once or twice. “... I thought I could rub one out before you got here but looks like I’m going to have to save that load for later. I was getting close too…” I sat down next to him and tried my best not to look at his crotch, the temptation was strong but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I was just here to help him with his computer after all. “So where’s your computer? What kind of issues did you say you were having?” “Oh, my old laptop is around here somewhere… probably in the bedroom. Might take a bit to look for it. Let’s chat first, no need to rush. This is our first time meeting after all.” This wasn’t going to be as quick as I had hoped. We talked for a while, just boring small talk about our lives. As innocent as the conversation was, I couldn’t help but notice him starting to inch closer towards me on the couch. Every now and then he would slap my shoulder or pat my leg. Each time he did it, I felt his touch lasting a small moment longer, lingering longer than what would be considered normal. I noticed him adjusting his cock through his underwear every few minutes too. Sometimes he seemed like he was just playing with himself. My cock started getting hard because of the touches and I was starting to get a little flustered, becoming red in the face. PapaTop noticed. “Hey boy, you seem nervous. You okay?” I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m just a little shy is all, everything’s fine.” Papa got up from the couch. “Oh! I think I know something that will help you relax a bit. Stay put.” The huge man got up, wafting his scent towards me, it didn’t smell as bad as before. Maybe I was getting used to it. He walked into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. “A couple of shots always helps relieve any anxiety I have. Drink up!” I wasn’t even the legal age to drink yet and I didn’t want to go home to my parents smelling like booze. I declined the drink but PapaTop insisted. “You’ll be fine, boy. One or two drinks isn’t going to get you drunk. You won’t reek either, I have cologne. This is my good stuff too, rare and expensive.” I gave in and let him pour me a shot. He collapsed onto the couch right next to me, our thighs touching, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. His smell was becoming intoxicating and combined with the warmth of his body, my dick was completely stiff. He held up his shot glass and said “Cheers!” We both took a shot simultaneously. It burned going down and I coughed a little. “Aww boy, not used to the burn?” He went to pat my leg to console me but ended up patting my dick, he felt how rock hard it was and teased me “Someone’s happy!” He let out a big laugh that made his belly shake. I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control it.” He poured us another shot “Don’t worry boy, I’ve been rock hard and leaking ever since you arrived, look.” He spread his legs and I saw his dick straining against his underwear with a damp spot where the head was. “See? We’re just men being men, nothing to be ashamed of.” He handed me another shot of whiskey. “Drink this if you want it to go down quicker. Ever heard of whiskey dick? Liquor makes you go soft.” He didn’t sound completely convincing but I wanted the embarrassing boner to go away quickly so I took the shot, it burned just as much as the first. We talked more, I wasn’t as anxious and the conversation was lively, I guess the whiskey was making me a bit more social. We laughed over some of his old hook-ups mishaps from when he was around my age. Papa poured me a couple more shots at one point, he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I gulped them down. My hard-on wasn’t going down, so I thought I needed another drink or two to help anyway. I noticed him being a bit more touchy and flirty over time, he wasn’t as subtle as before playing with cock in front of me. He had his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders, I was pressed up against his side. I almost felt trapped against him, I’m not sure I could break his hold without REALLY trying. Maybe it was just because I was feeling tipsy but it felt nice being cuddled up against someone,it was harmless flirting anyways. It wasn’t like I was going to hook up with someone 3 times my age, especially not someone with HIV. He started rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, he had big strong hands and they felt magical. He sensed that I was enjoying his touch so he turned me away from him and really started working my back. His hands reached under my shirt and kneaded my lower back causing me to let out more soft moans. I knew letting him touch me like this was dangerous and could lead to him attempting to seduce me but it felt so good. I lost count on how many shots I took but I was still in my right mind. I still had things under control and I wouldn’t let things go overboard if he tried anything. “Relax and let Papa make you feel good. First let’s get this shirt off” He tugged at my shirt from the bottom, slowly pulling it over my head, and then tossed it on the floor. He suggested we get into a more comfortable position so he re-positioned himself on the couch, sitting sideways and placing me between his legs. He leaned back and had me lean back on top of him. His big furry belly felt so soft against my back, it was almost like reclining back on a super comfortable chair. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass but I still had pants on so it wasn't too awkward. His hands started caressing my chest with one hand while he rubbed my belly with the other. He leaned down a bit and I felt his big beard rub against my neck. He put his mouth up to my ear and in a low voice he whispered directly into my ear. “That’s it boy. Let Papa take care of you.” His hands continued to feel all over my body, every once in a while he would reach down and rub my crotch. Each time he did, my dick jumped. Eventually he undid my belt bucket and unzipped my fly so he could play with my dick through my boxers . “You seem uncomfortable with these jeans on. No need for them anyways, I never wear pants when I’m home. You shouldn’t either, so get them off. Now.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion. I wanted to get as comfortable as possible so I pulled them off and tossed them next to my shirt on the floor. I was only in my boxers now. I looked back at Papa and saw him staring at me hungrily while rubbing his dick as it poked out the bottom of his underwear. “Sit.” He commanded. I thought to myself “It’s fine. I have my boxers on. I won’t let it go further than this. Five more minutes max then I’ll fix his computer and get out of here before it gets too late”. I re-positioned myself and got nestled back into Papa’s lap. He wrapped one arm around my upper torso and pulled me back into his chest. This time he locked his legs over each of my legs restricting any movement from me. I was completely trapped, I couldn’t struggle if I wanted to. He started licking my ears and neck while rubbing my belly. It tickled a bit but also caused me to squirm around a bit in pleasure. It was a new sensation for me and it drove me wild. Between belly rubs, he would tease my dick by rubbing and grabbing at it through the thin fabric of my boxers. I started tingling all over. I gathered my composure enough to say “Stop! It’s too much! I need a break.” But I felt his grasp get tighter around my body and he doubled down on his efforts to make me squirm. He started licking, kissing, and tonguing my ear viciously, ignoring my pleads for him to stop. “I’m not done with you yet, boy. Just enjoy this.” His hand drifted down into the waistband of my boxers, pulling my dick out. He started playing with it, stroking the shaft slowly and cupping my balls. Instinctively, I wanted to get away but Papa held me tight, I couldn’t escape. I was completely at his mercy but it felt so fucking good. He spit into his hand and started working the head of my dick. I was starting to moan loud, my eyes rolled back, and my brain started getting foggy. I just closed my eyes and let Papa take control. Every once in a while he would whisper in my ear various things like “Yeah boy, just relax.” Don’t worry, I got you.” “Feels good, doesn't it?” Most times I only responded with a soft whimper or moan. After a while I felt something slimy against my skin, it was his cock throbbing against my bare asscheeks. I didn’t even notice that my boxers were halfway down my legs until this point, he must’ve slid them down when I wasn’t paying attention. He started humping me slowly and I felt my asscheeks getting sleek with precum, a lot of it. “Sorry boy, my dick is leaking like crazy. Your hot little body is getting me all worked up, plus I didn’t get to cum earlier because you interrupted me.” My head was still in the clouds. I was just about paralyzed from the sensory overload, whiskey, and his firm restraint of my body that had me locked in place while he took advantage. Every once in a while I would feel him thrust hard against me, causing my ass to bounce on his crotch. Every couple of thrust I felt his dick slip between my lubed up cheeks, prodding at my hole and getting it sleek too. He teased my hole with his mushroom head. “Oh fuck boy. My dirty cock seems to have found a new cave to explore.” Each prod against my virgin hole made my body jolt from the foreign feeling but something felt good about it at the same time so I didn’t protest. His natural lube caused my pucker to slowly part each time his thick head kissed it with a poke. I thought to myself that it's not like he can just stick his cock up my ass. I’m too tight and he’s too thick. That’s when I felt him adjust his cock so it was pressed right against my hole. “Relax boy. Just relax.” He started making out with my neck again. Kissing it, tonguing it, licking all around. I instantly melted into his body, inadvertently causing my ass to sink down around the head of cock slowly. As soon as I felt his head halfway into my ring, I snapped back to my senses and tried to pull my ass up from his cock but he tightened the grasp he had on me, preventing me from moving an inch. I struggled as much as I could. “I said relax boy!” He barked and at same time he bucked his hips forward causing the head of his cock to slide even further into the ring of my hole. “Your ass feels amazing on my cock, stay still while I enjoy this. You will too.” I felt my hole stretching as he started pushing deeper into me, this was a new feeling for me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it. It burned as his head slowly slid further and further in. One more push and his head would be completely in me but I couldn’t say I was a virgin anymore. I didn’t want to lose it to this dirty old man. “Hey! You said you’d behave!” I grabbed the arm he had wrapped around my torso and started to pry myself from his grasp. He made one last push to penetrate me but I used all of my strength to sit up and pull away. It felt like his head might’ve gone in all the way with that final push but I couldn’t really tell. My hole snapped back tight but it felt wet and sore. I felt slightly violated. I was on my knees as I moved to the other side of the couch, away from Papa’s grasp. I looked back and saw a trail of thick precum leading from my hole to the tip of his bright purple mushroom head. “Sorry, boy. I’m a bit tipsy from the shots and your hole just felt so warm and inviting. I couldn’t help myself. Let’s blame it on the whiskey.” Made sense to me, I was starting to feel the booze too and I knew that it could make you do weird things sometimes. I pulled my boxers back up to cover my exposed dick and ass. Papa stood up and tucked his dick back into his underwear. He took a huge swig from the whiskey bottle and swallowed it down with ease. “Hey, there’s only a shot left in this bottle. How about we finish it off and head to the bedroom so you can look at my laptop, it's getting late and you’ve still got work to do, boy.” Before I could even answer, he had the bottle up to my lips and started tipping it into my mouth. I didn’t want to spill any of it on myself so I gulped it down. It seemed like way more than just a shot and my stomach churned a bit as the liquid burned my insides as it went down. “Good boy!” Papa got up and held his hand out so he could help me up. It was a bit of my struggle, my legs felt a little wobbly and it was difficult to keep my balance. I was drunker than I had realized. “Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” I asked as I scanned the floor for my clothes. He grabbed my shoulders and led me forward. I stumbled with each step, not realizing how drunk I actually was. We walked towards his bedroom door. “No need boy… they’ll just get in the way.” We entered the dimly lit bedroom. The musky sex smell that I had become accustomed to was even stronger here. I really felt like I was in danger as soon as I stepped in, I was in the belly of the beast but the booze gave me a false sense of control. I thought to myself “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. Papa closed the door behind him and I heard the click of a lock. I was officially in Papa’s trap.

Let's see... legal adults having sex they choose with someone who turns them on and they keep coming back to? There's no problem here.

It sounds like they are comfortable with the situation if they are coming back. I have found over the years that there are a LOT of younger guys out there who have a total fantasy thing happening with us older guys. Why? Some have said it's the Daddy MILF thing. Most have said that we older guys are more relaxed and know how to play nice with another naked guy and the sex is always hot. Me? I'm happy to take both as a compliment. I personally love being worked over and bred by a younger guy. They're usually so turned on that they are good for a couple (or three) loads.

I've often asked this question of bottoms. General answer is you know when it's happening because the top is moaning and you feel the pulsations inside you. But do you feel the actual liquid? Most guys don't unless the guy is shooting a quart. 🙂 You do feel it dripping out and it seems like a lot more than it is. I remember my ex used to hate leaving the cum inside so he'd immediately run to the bathroom. I took that as a personal challenge and loved fucking him when he couldn't easily unload. I remember once he felt it and thought it would show through his clothes. It didn't help that I asked "what's that spot on your ass?" Did I mention he's now my ex? 🤣

Hey group, Scott here. I have been interested in being a cumdump for a long time now, but started really exploring it just the last few years. I consider myself a cumdump in training due to my lack of experience and limited load count. My annual load count has been less then 50 and my one night high was 12. My situation is that I live in mid Missouri. Im 130 miles from ST. louis and and equal 130 miles from Springfield and Columbia which are much smaller. It is very hard to get loads in my area. But this year I am vowing to lose the "in training" and become full on cumdump. I want to reach a minimum of 100 loads in 2026. I know that isnt much for most but a huge step for me in the area i live in. I will be blogging my progress on here every step of the way and I hope to get encouragement and advice from others on here.

After many years of use I can say I am not tight at all. I do feel for the guys that are. A true bottom is committed to getting used. He should make sure that whenever and wherever the need arises he is up for it. In the beginning lube and poppers are great to assist. You can also use plugs and toys. Of course nothing beats the real thing. Once you get comfortable with the process and know you are clean and k ow your body everything else falls into place. There will be a day when you see a 9” cock and get excited to have it in you and not panic and think how is it going to fit. It lets you truly worship the man and serve him the way it’s intended.

Chapter 6: Chestnuts Roasting Over An Open Fire Ty woke up annoyed before he was fully awake. He’d been having an amazing dream, fucking that hot blonde bimbo from the student bookstore, when the sound of his door hitting the wall woke him up. Someone was standing in his doorway, and that alone pissed him off. He cracked his eyes open, already halfway to snapping, and saw Paul Carter—Porkchop—looming there like a bad decision that hadn’t figured out when to leave yet. “Jesus Christ,” Ty muttered. “What do you want?” Paul swayed slightly, hands loose at his sides, wearing a dumb, unfocused smile that immediately set Ty’s teeth on edge. He looked drunk. Or worse—clingy. “TV’s messed up,” Paul said, words slurring together. “Keeps doin’ weird stuff. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.” Ty rolled his eyes and flopped back against the mattress for a second. “That sounds like a you problem. Unplug it. Or don’t. I really don’t care.” Paul didn’t react. He just stood there, smiling, like Ty hadn’t spoken at all. That irritation sharpened. Ty hated when people did that—hovered, waited, expected him to fix things or just stare at him. He also had suspected for a long time that Paul was likely gay, what with the rumors he’d been hearing lately. And had likely a thing for him. Not that he was surprised, plenty of girls and guys liked looking at him. He was hot, and he knew that about himself. Long flowing brown hair, flawless skin, gym chiseled body, round bubble butt that filled out jeans. Perfect teeth and classically good looking face. Plenty of girls insisted he looked like a model, and he never once failed to tell them he wasn’t. It made getting in their pants that much easier. “Dude,” he snapped, pushing himself upright. “Stop fucking staring at me. I’m not your mom. Figure it out.” Paul blinked slowly, then tilted his head. “Please… Need help,” he said again, softer this time. “C’mon.” Something about the tone pricked at Ty’s nerves, but he refused to examine it. Instead, he sighed loudly and swung his legs off the bed, already resenting the situation. “Fine. Whatever,” he said, grabbing his pajama bottoms and pulling them on angrily. “But if this is some drunk bullshit, I’m going back to sleep.” Paul turned and shuffled into the hallway without waiting for him. Ty followed, grumbling under his breath. The house felt off—too quiet, too cold—but he chalked it up to the storm and the fact that everyone else had probably passed out. Typical. He was always the one getting dragged into things while everyone else got to check out. “Unbelievable,” he muttered as they walked. “I swear, if this is about the remote needing fucking batteries—” Paul didn’t answer. They reached the stairs. Ty noticed, absently, that Paul wasn’t looking around at all. Not at the doors, not down the stairwell. Just straight ahead, smile fixed, like he was on rails. Ty frowned but kept going. At the top of the basement stairs, he hesitated just long enough to feel stupid about it, then scoffed and started down. “Next time,” he said sharply, “ask Bran. Or literally anyone else. Just because I have a computer science major, doesn’t mean I should have to do tech support. And shut the fucking door. I’m the one who has to pay the damn electric bill each month, dumbass.” Paul’s smile never changed. And Ty, too busy being annoyed to trust the warning itch in his gut, followed him into the dark. The living room hit Ty like a punch to the chest. The Christmas tree was down. Not gently toppled—wrecked. Branches snapped and splayed across the floor, strings of lights tangled around the legs of the coffee table. Ornaments lay everywhere, shattered glass glittering across the hardwood like ice. One of the nicer ones—the hand-painted ones they’d ordered online—was crushed into dust near the couch. Ty stopped short on the last stair. “God fucking damn it!” he muttered aloud, taking in the sight. They had the alumni meeting next week and now the tree was trashed. Paul just stood, swaying and smiling. “What the fuck is this?” he snapped. Paul continued to stand near the doorway, swaying faintly, smile still plastered on his face, shrugging innocently. Ty’s irritation flared instantly, sharp and hot. “Are you kidding me right now?” He stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the glass. “Do you have any idea how much this crap cost? That tree alone was—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening. As treasurer, Ty knew exactly how much it cost. He’d approved the charges. He’d argued about them. He’d spent two weeks reminding everyone that decorations weren’t free and that the house budget wasn’t infinite. “This is why we can’t have nice things,” he muttered angrily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Every year. Every single year.” He turned on Paul. “Did you do this? Were you drunk and flailing around like an idiot, or did someone else trash the place?” Paul didn’t answer. Ty scoffed. “Unreal. You’re fucking wasted and no help at all.” The TV hummed softly behind him, screen filled with flickering static. The sound grated on his nerves. He stalked toward it, irritation overriding the faint prickle at the back of his neck. “I swear to god,” he muttered, reaching for the power button, “if this is broken too, I’m docking dues—” A sudden cold washed over the back of his neck as the skin of his bare chest prickled with goosebumps from the cold wave coming from the basement. Ty froze mid-step. The air felt wrong. Thicker. Charged. He straightened slowly, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder. “Paul?” he said sharply. “What are you standing there for, looking like an idiot? Go get a god damn broom and dustpan already!” That was when it hit him. Something warm and wet splashed across his face, stinging his eyes and mouth with a sharp, chemical burn. Ty cursed, stumbling back on instinct, hands flying up as his vision blurred violently. “What the—shit!” Heat surged through him, fast and overwhelming. His knees buckled as the room tilted sideways. He staggered blindly, heel catching on the edge of the fallen tree, and crashed down hard amid broken branches and glass. Lights flashed. Static roared. Ty tried to push himself up, rage and confusion tangling together—but his arms didn’t cooperate. His thoughts slid, softened, slipping through his grasp like wet paper. The last thing he saw clearly was Paul standing above him, still smiling. Then the floor rushed up. And everything went dark. — Ty woke up choking on cold air. It scraped across his skin in a way that made his whole body tense, nerves screaming before his brain could fully catch up. He sucked in a sharp breath and tried to roll onto his side—only to freeze as sensation flooded back all at once. Bare skin. Too much of it. His eyes flew open. He was sprawled on the living room floor, every inch of him exposed to the chill, the hardwood biting into his back and shoulders. No clothes. Nothing to shield him. Panic surged as he tried to cover himself, hands fumbling clumsily, his limbs sluggish and uncooperative. A shadow shifted above him. Ty looked up. The thing standing over him was enormous—broad-shouldered, towering, its obsidian-black skin catching the dim light like polished leather. Thick, horned protrusions curved from its head in heavy arcs, framing a face twisted into a slow, mocking smile. It was holding a cigar. The ember at the end glowed red as it took a long, deliberate draw, smoke curling lazily from its mouth. The scent hit Ty immediately—burnt tobacco mixed with something sharp and chemical that made his head swim. “Well,” the creature said aloud, voice deep and amused, “this is a nice present to wake up to.” Ty’s heart slammed. “Back off,” he snapped, scrambling awkwardly, palms sliding on the floor. “What the hell are you?” The creature chuckled, smoke rolling from its lips as it exhaled. “Name’s Stag.” It crouched slightly, bringing itself closer to eye level, its grin widening as Ty’s breathing picked up. “You’re loud,” Stag continued. “I like that. Any mouthy. Makes it even more fun to watch when that fire drains out of you.” Ty swallowed hard, fear burning through his chest. “You think this is funny? Get the fuck out of our house, man!” Stag didn’t answer right away. Instead, it took another slow drag on the cigar—long enough for Ty to notice the ash at the tip growing thick and unstable. Then Stag flicked its fingers. The ash broke free mid-air and landed squarely on Ty’s chest. Ty screamed. The heat was instant—sharp and searing—sending him into blind panic as he slapped at his own skin, smearing the burning embers and making it worse before they finally scattered away. He gasped, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Stag laughed. A deep, satisfied sound. “Careful,” Stag said mockingly. “You’re just making it burn longer.” Ty curled inward instinctively, hands clutching at his chest, eyes wild. “You sick freak—” Stag rose to its full height again, looming, shadow swallowing Ty whole. It took another drag, unbothered, then casually tapped the cigar against its fingers. “You’re gonna spend a lot of time panicking,” he said calmly, voice deep and gravely. “At first.” It stepped closer, heat rolling off its body, the smell of smoke thickening in the air. “Then you’re gonna get tired,” Stag continued. “And when you do, you’re gonna stop yelling. Stop fighting. Stop pretending you’re in charge of anything.” It leaned down just enough for Ty to see the sharp edges of its teeth when it smiled. “And by the end,” Stag added softly, “you won’t even remember why you thought you mattered.” Ty’s breath came in ragged bursts, fear flooding every thought as Stag straightened again, taking another slow, deliberate draw from the cigar. The ember glowed brighter. And Ty realized—with a sick, sinking certainty—that this thing was enjoying every second of his terror. Stag circled him slowly, boots heavy against the floor, smoke trailing behind like a leash. Ty stayed frozen where he was, muscles locked, breath coming too fast. Every instinct screamed at him to move—run, lash out, do something—but his body refused to cooperate. “You can fight if you want,” Stag said calmly. “Most of you do.” It knelt in front of him without warning, movement sudden enough to make Ty flinch. A clawed finger traced a slow line up Ty’s sternum, not breaking skin, just enough pressure to hurt. Ty sucked in a sharp breath as his muscles seized. “But don’t confuse noise with control,” Stag continued. “That part belongs to me.” Ty tried to shove the hand away. His arms twitched—and stopped. His mind screamed at them to move again, harder this time, but it was like hitting a locked door from the inside. Panic surged, hot and humiliating. Stag smiled. “Feel that?” it asked. “That moment where your body listens to me instead of you?” It leaned closer, tapping a clawed finger against Ty’s temple—light, deliberate. “You’re sharp,” Stag said, almost approving. “You plan. You calculate. You keep track of things. A strong mind in a pretty package. That makes you… interesting.” The finger tapped again. “And it makes this better.” Pain lanced suddenly through Ty’s chest as Stag twisted its grip, pressure crushing muscle and nerve together as he grabbed Ty’s nipple and twisted until he cried out despite himself. His vision blurred, breath hitching as the sensation overloaded him. “That mind,” Stag said quietly. “Is going to be so much fun destroying. That’s the best part of the gift you’re about to receive. How it lets me torture you however I want.” Ty shook his head, jaw clenched, teeth chattering as fear and fury tangled together. “I’m not—” he started. Stag struck him hard, fast, smacking his hand hard into Ty’s unprotected bull balls. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs. Ty doubled over with a broken sound, hands curling uselessly as the pain rippled outward as Stag firmly grabbed both large orbs and gave them a hard squeeze. “Nice pair of cum factories you got there. Gonna make you feed me a nice big load when I’m done with you.” Ty suddenly panicked as a sudden mental image filled his brain. He was bent over, drooling and begging, asking Stag to breed him and feed from his cock. He tried to scream out, shocked when he found he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t make a single sound. “There it is,” Stag said, satisfied. “That moment where you realize yelling doesn’t change anything.” It straightened slowly, towering again, cigar glowing red as it took another long drag. “You’re going to learn,” Stag went on, voice steady and cruel, “that everything you are—every thought, every reaction—is something I can reach and reshape. Crush out any little part I don’t like. And something I don’t like is pretty boys like you telling me what to do. Thinking you’re so much smarter and prettier than the rest of us.” Smoke drifted down over Ty’s face as the world narrowed to heat, pain, and the horrible understanding that this wasn’t random. This was deliberate. And Stag was enjoying taking him apart one decision at a time. Stag was still looming over Ty when the pressure in the room changed. It wasn’t subtle. The air thickened, pressing down on Ty’s chest until breathing felt harder, slower. Even Stag paused mid-motion, its grin tightening into something irritated as a heavier presence pushed its way into the space. “Enough,” a deep voice said. Stag straightened with a sharp exhale, annoyance flickering across its features. “I was enjoying myself.” “You’re playing with your food,” the Alpha replied coolly. “And you’re dulling his brain doing it.” Ty’s head snapped up despite himself. The Alpha stood at the edge of the room, arms folded across a massive chest, horns longer and more ornate than Stag’s. Its presence dwarfed everything else, the dim light bending around it in a way that made Ty’s stomach drop. Smoke curled lazily around its face, its gaze fixed on him with unsettling calm. Around it stood the others. His frat brothers. Derek was closest, posture loose, eyes bright with something that made Ty’s skin crawl, licking and kissing his body, occasionally smoking a cigar in his hand. Noah stood beside him, calm and distant playing with himself and rubbing a hand over the Alpha’s chest. Paul swayed faintly while kneeling, smiling, fingering his ass as licked the Alpha’s feet. Even Evan was there, looking oddly wet and reeking of piss, licking and sucking on the Alpha’s cock like it was the best thing he ever tasted, gulping occasionally. None of them looked concerned. None of them looked confused. He stilled as he watched Zach suddenly walk in, a sheen of oily black liquid on his body, skin grey and covered in blackened scratches, kneeling next to Evan as he began to reverently grab and tug on the Alpha’s massive low hanging balls. They looked… devoted. Behind the Alpha, several other creatures stood behind him, slowly jacking their cocks. Ty’s panic spiked. “What the hell is wrong with all of you?” he demanded, voice cracking as he looked from one familiar face to the next. “Derek—what is this? Tell him to stop!” Derek stepped forward just enough for Ty to see him clearly. His expression softened, almost fond. “You should just give up,” Derek said quietly, sticking the large cigar in his mouth and hauling hard on it while slowly working his cock, the same smile as the others on his face, eyes looking black and unnatural. “It’s easier if you don’t fight it. It really feels so fucking good when you let go, buddy.” Ty shook his head frantically. “No—no, you don’t mean that—” Stag laughed and leaned down again, clearly irritated now, one clawed hand bracing Ty in place. “See?” he said. “Even your friends know when it’s over.” Suddenly, Stag moved—fast and deliberate. He firmly grabbed Ty’s impressive cock and shoved his longest sharp claw down his piss slit. His other hand held the end of the cigar painfully close to his right nipple, the hair singing against the heat of the cherry. Ty cried out, the sound tearing free of him before he could stop it. His body locked, shock rippling through him as his breath hitched into a broken whimper. Tears blurred his vision as the pain and fear tangled together, overwhelming his ability to think. “Stag,” the Alpha warned, voice sharp now inside Ty’s mind. Stag withdrew slightly, grumbling under its breath. “Fine. Fine.” Suddenly, another glob of spit hit his face, making him shudder and feel numb. Ty lay there shaking, every nerve screaming, his mind scrambling uselessly for escape. The Alpha stepped closer, its shadow swallowing him whole. “Listen to me,” it said calmly, voice reverberating in his head. “You can resist if you want.” It tilted its head, studying him. “But you are already surrounded by proof of what happens when you don’t. Willingly give yourself to my gift, and you will feel nothing but pleasure.” Ty sobbed, chest heaving, the tip of his nipple burning from the heat of the cigar, skin burning and turning red, unable to pull away, locked in place by Stag’s hold on his mind. His gaze flicking back to his brothers—each one watching him with quiet expectation. The Alpha’s voice softened, almost gentle. “Lay back and enjoy this,” it instructed. “And let us finish.” Ty’s body trembled violently as the command settled over him, heavy and inescapable. And somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something inside him began to give way. Ty barely had time to register the Alpha’s command before Stag moved again. The horned figure’s attention returned to him with a sharp focus, eyes glittering with impatience. Stag struck him hard in the balls—once—watching closely for the reaction. Ty cried out, body jerking on instinct, breath tearing free of his lungs. The pain was immediate and blinding, but his body didn’t behave the way it was supposed to when given pain. It lingered, twisted, and then—confusingly—shifted, sending a sickening wave of sensation through him that made his thoughts stutter. Stag noticed. He always did. “See?” Stag said, voice low and pleased. “Your body’s already learning.” Ty shook, breath coming in ragged bursts, panic tangling with something he didn’t want to name. His mind screamed at him to pull away, to fight—but his muscles betrayed him, locking up, then loosening as if waiting for instruction. “Hands and knees,” Stag ordered. The words sank deeper than sound. Ty found himself moving before he could stop it, posture collapsing into something smaller, more exposed. His face burned with humiliation and fear as Stag loomed behind him, claws spreading with deliberate cruelty. Stag leaned in, forcing Ty still. He slowly felt as his body, against his will, sat up and turned itself over, his mind screaming in agony to stop, to fight this, to bargain. Maybe with money. Or maybe he could find a distraction and make a break for it in the snow. That he might be able to get to one of the houses if he screamed loud enough and someone let him in. He felt himself rest his shoulders on the ground, and slowly pull his asschecks apart, his face looking at the door. He stiffened as he was Stag rest a hand on his shoulder, cigar burning frighteningly close to his face. The impact came suddenly. Smack after horrifically painful smack access his asschecks like fire. He sobbed slightly at the assault on his smooth full, muscular ass. He thought this would be the worst of it when Stag stopped and let out a dark chuckle. He shuddered as suddenly, cigar-scented spit drooled down into his asshole and clawed fingers stabbed deep into him. They inched in, before finally pressing down hard deep inside him. Ty screamed—first from shock, then from the overwhelming rush that followed, his voice breaking as pain bled into something else entirely. His body betrayed him again, reacting in ways his mind refused to accept, his cock hardening and balls aching for release as the man’s claws dug and stabbed hard into his prostate. Stag laughed softly, a sound of pure satisfaction. “There it is,” he murmured. “That moment where it stops being a fight. The little button deep inside you that reduces you to nothing. Nothing but a pretty boy waiting to be fucked raw.” He felt as the fingers pulled out, and Stag’s hand came down again on his firm ass with a resounding smack. Again and again, each strike measured, watching how Ty’s reactions changed—how the fear softened, how the resistance thinned. The burning of his asscheeks spread out, fingers pressed again and pressing hard on his prostate. Only for it to be removed again and again as he was bright to the edge of losing it. The Alpha observed from behind, silent, allowing the lesson to continue. Eventually, he felt Stag’s clawed thumbs jab into his ass and pull his hole apart, followed by the sharp stab of his cock into his ass. He groaned in agony at first, tears streaming down his face until a new sensation started to wash over him. He could feel his ass getting slicker, the foul precum from Stag’s cock slowly working into his battered hole and into the deep scratches inside of him and to his bloodstream. Stag took his time, making sure to make each stroke slow and long, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in as hard as he could. It felt like hours but was likely only minutes later when he felt as Stag slammed one last time and a massive torrent of foul, likely infected cum flooded his ass, and he felt the strange pleasurable warmth spreading through his body, even as his mind tried valiantly to fight it. Just as he thought that the torture was over, he felt as something inexplicable squeezed around his mind, tighter and tighter as he felt something in it break. Ty’s cries blurred into helpless sounds, his thoughts dissolving into sensation. His body shaking in pure pleasure as his mind screamed in protest. He tried to claw at his head, feeling as Stag chuckled darkly and grabbed ahold of his hands and pulled them painfully behind him, fucking him once again. His hands stopped fighting, only loosely hanging at his side as he felt his brain struggle to even form a sentence. Somewhere in the haze, he realized he was no longer trying to escape. He was just trying to keep up. Stag straightened at last after shooting another massive load inside him, clearly pleased. “Good,” he said. “You’re learning your place.” And as Ty sagged forward, shaking and empty, the Alpha stepped closer—ready to decide what remained of him was worth keeping. The Alpha moved. The room responded instantly—pressure deepening, sound dulling, even Stag’s posture stiffening as the greater presence asserted itself, sending out pain to Stag and watching coldly as he collapsed into a kneeling position at the Alpha’s feet. The Alpha did not raise its voice. It didn’t need to. Enough. The word landed directly inside Stag’s mind, sharp and displeased. Stag hissed softly, his head hanging down as its satisfaction curdled into irritation. You knew better than to just break him. We will talk about this later, the Alpha added, colder now. For now, I need to see if you left anything left for me to salvage. Stag stood up, head still hanging down and withdrew a step, jaw tightening, but did not argue. The Alpha’s attention shifted fully to Ty. Ty barely registered the moment before the Alpha’s presence flooded his thoughts. It was not violent. It was methodical. The Alpha sifted through Ty’s fractured mind like a collector examining broken pieces on a table. Fear. Anger. Pride. Control. Identity. Each fragment was lifted, examined, and—if found wanting—discarded. Ty whimpered as memories blurred and slid away. His sense of self unraveled, replaced by a blank, receptive quiet. The Alpha lingered on certain traits—focus, endurance, responsiveness—setting them aside deliberately. These will do. The rest was erased. His mind suddenly pleasantly absent save for a small voice begging for it to stop. Ty rolled onto his back, slack jawed and blank faced, positioning his ass as high as he could as his fellow frat brother’s descended upon him, squeezing his balls, twisting his nipples hard, smacking the head of his cock playfully like it were a toy. Derek positioned himself at Ty’s head, smacking his face a few times as Ty automatically started grinned at him mindlessly, the pain turning to pleasure in his mind as Derek hauled hard on his soon-to-be ever present cigar, and spat a large ball of enhanced spit in his face, smiling as Ty expectantly opened his mouth and began to suck on Derek’s already larger cock. The Alpha pressed in closer, its will overwhelming, reshaping Ty’s responses at a fundamental level. Panic gave way to confusion. Confusion thinned into pleasure. The noise in Ty’s head faded until there was nothing left to fight with. His body relaxed. His thoughts slowed. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as the Alpha rewired him, reinforcing one simple truth again and again: You exist to receive. You exist to serve. You exist as a vessel for my gift. To incubate it and spread it. Ty smiled around Derek’s cock, feeding eagerly as Derek erupted in his mouth, flooding it with now black tainted cum. Swallowing happily as Derek removed his cock, switching places with Noah. He began to suck Noah with increased hunger, enjoying the feeling of the Alpha sinking deep into his guts, using Stag’s black cum as lube as he began to fuck Ty’s ass, taking his anger at Stag out on his hole. He whimpered at the feeling, the last shred of his mind clinging on for dear life, barely a whisper in a dark echo as he finally felt the Alpha still, flooding him with a massive amount of seed. Ty felt as his body shuddered in happiness and relief as rope after rope of untainted cum painted his perfectly sculpted abs and chest, smiling with dim satisfaction as his fellow frat brother’s leaned forward and began to feed. Ty’s mind stuttered and fully stopped—then restarted. Not as it had been. Clean. Quiet. Purpose-built. The idea of resistance felt distant and irrelevant, like remembering a dream that no longer mattered. In its place settled a deep calm—and a need to please the presence shaping him. He suddenly found himself happy to give up the last piece of himself untouched by the Alpha, given to fuel his brother’s transformations, feeling as his battered, large balls emptied out, unable to stop himself from the continued flood of cum exiting his body. Pleasure filled him, making his limbs shudder as he felt flash after flash of what his body would become filled his mind. Even more muscles and perfect pitch black skin, sharp teeth and claws, beautiful large horns curving off his skull. He would be a machine, made for spreading the Alpha’s gift. Without any reason to know, he realized he would be able to change himself at will, looking normal as as Derek, purpose built to draw in even more prey for their master. The pain of the change would feel like the best orgasm. The Alpha withdrew slightly, assessing its work. “Better,” it said, standing up and glaring at Stag. “This one has the gift to transform at my will. Next time, see that such a useful mind isn’t so broken that I have to fix your mistake. He’s mine now since you can’t behave. Perhaps next time you will not be so rough when I give you a pretty toy for Christmas.” “Yes, Alpha. My apologies, Alpha,” Stag ground out, angry and hungry for the untainted cum that should have been his. Ty remained where he was, breathing slow and even, expression vacant and eager. Whatever he had been before—treasurer, foul natured, self-assured, loudmouth—had been stripped away and discarded. Only the shape remained. The Alpha turned away, satisfied. Stag watched in silence, chastened. And Ty, newly hollowed and remade, did not notice either of them anymore. Ty rose unsteadily to his feet. Whatever had been carved out of him left behind something unnervingly eager—movements loose, posture open, eyes unfocused but bright. He drifted toward the horned figures one by one, guided by instinct rather than thought, offering himself wordlessly to each presence in turn. He walked over without hesitation and began to make out with the first creature, smiling and groaning happily as he began to make out with it, feeling the long tongue snake down his throat, gently tugging the massive cock and breaking apart only to turn around and sink himself down on the cock, letting the man-creature… his new borther… use his cock and balls as a grip. He groaned happily, letting it set the pace as it painfully squeezed his balls or spanked his ass, his ass clenching down hard in response, enjoying the torture on his cock, balls, ass and nipples. The more pain inflicted on his already impressive body, the more his pleasure became. The Alpha watched, arms folded, assessing. Satisfaction rippled through the room as the ritual completed its circuit, Ty’s behavior smoothing into a practiced, obedient rhythm. “Fucking breed me. Infect me and flood me with your virus,” Ty moaned, veins already turning black. Then a door slammed open upstairs, followed by the sound of frantic feet on the stairs.. “—What the hell—” Bran froze in the doorway, crashing to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, horror etched across his face as he took in the scene: the wrecked living room, the horned figures, the altered brothers—Ty moving among them with vacant enthusiasm, a river of black cum flowing like a river down his leg. Pupils blown open with pleasure and an obedient, happy smile on his face. “No—no, no,” Bran breathed, backing away. Panic snapped him into motion. He turned and bolted for the stairs. “Stop him,” the Alpha said calmly. At once, the frat brothers moved. Derek was first, then Noah, then the others—faces serene, steps coordinated, moving with a shared purpose as they surged up the stairs after Bran. Their footfalls thundered overhead, chasing him into the dark. The Alpha lingered a moment longer, eyes tracking the pursuit before calmly relaxing down on the couch and lounging back. “Bring him back to me,” it added. The house seemed to hold its breath. Below on the ground, Ty happily knelt in front of the Alpha and slowly began to lick and nuzzle its cock, awaiting the next instruction, smiling happily when the Alpha gently began to run its hand through his hair. He continued to aim to please his master while above, the hunt began. Now thrilled to be the personal pet of the Alpha.

Close to 30 in a bar, but that was over the course of a night.

Pretty much every time I've been bred, I've felt the guy's cock pulsing inside. I can also kinda tell if he's just throbbing versus cumming when I feel everything getting both a little warmer and more slippery feeling . . . That and of course feeling the load slipping out of me later . . . or sooner, depending on if he wants to see it or if I'm getting fucked again right after 😉

My hole is very sensitive to even small sensations so I almost always feel a guys dick spasm when he shoots inside me. I also often feel the cum as a slick feeling plus the slightest feeling of being filled. Of course with several loads you definitely feel it and need to keep it inside or all the precious babies get spilled outside 💦💦💦

I don't fell the cum being shot in me, but I definitely feel the pulsing of his hard dick at ejaculation. There has also been times when I take a big load and it isn't shot deep in me I have had that temporary full feeling until it flows in deeper or runs out,

I mean, you are going to know when he’s cumming if it’s a good fuck. Last load I took was a few weeks ago and it was a big one. I was on my back in a bathhouse sling. He said he was gonna cum, so that was a sign… 😂 He finished with a series of hard thrusts, and then pushed deep and his whole body shuddered against me for several seconds. The most obvious sensation as he slowly pulled out was a kind of fullness (with the cock no longer being there) and wetness. He’d been fucking me pretty relentlessly for a long time to this point, so my hole was somewhat gaping and dripping cum without me having to do anything. I touched my fingers to my hole and could feel the cum slipping through them. He looked, laughed and just said, “Yeah…” There was a big mirror beside the sling and I regret not just savouring the moment more, swivelling around and taking a proper look at the result, but I was pretty dehydrated and spent. I picked up my towel and that felt very wet when I wrapped it around my waist as there was a lot of cum on my butt cheeks and on the inside of my leg. I did feel a little raw and sore, and conscious of walking around with a very used ass, but overall I was buzzing. The physical sensations are definitely there when you get fucked and filled with cum, but embracing the psychological is such a big part of it. If this is for you, it will feel absolutely and completely right to be in that position in that moment. That whatever other skills you possess, you were definitely made to do this. Knowing you’ve put in the mental and physical preparation to take a cock well and having clear, undeniable proof of a job well done is a really great feeling.

to me the most important thing to remember is being aware of what you can and can not control. the most important being: do i really want this? i was more like 27 and very attracted to the guy who spent time talking to me and then fooling around for a long time so by the time we got to it I was very ready willing and able. if you rush to just do it right away w just anybody you're pretty much setting yourself up for a "a don't think it's for me." situation. when i was younger i bottomed more like a top in the sense that my primary motivation was how getting fucked improved my orgasm. when i got older i learned to focus more on the actual pleasurable sensations of getting fucked and enjoying that rather than just focusing on if i cum or not. it's like a whole different thing. i mention this in part because being present and focusing on the moment also highlights how every top cums differently. some guys you can actually feel the cum hosing down your insides. other guys you can feel the cock pulsating inside you as he pump out the load. some guys are verbal, some guys are showy, some guys just breath a bit heavier and some guys stealth. likewise you body reacts differently. sometimes it trickles out n down your leg. sometimes your body expels it either in a wet fart or cramps that send u to the bathroom. sometimes it comes out the next day w your morning dump and sometimes your badly absorbs most of it.

I remember symptoms of fuck flu coming on about two weeks after the fuck that did it. My fuck flu lasted several weeks and was hell: massive night sweats leaving bed sheets dripping wet, sore throat, little energy. I understood what was happening. I had a good GP at respected clinic. I had network of mates (range of neg, unsure, poz detectable and poz undetectable) comfortable navigating poz stuff. I wasn’t exactly chasing but had been expecting it might happen – a few years embracing random and anon raw play. I knew I had to ride out the fuck flu and try to ease the symptoms as best I could. I didn’t feel like sex for couple months while recovering. No recurring illness or fuck flu since then. After the fuck flu passed I returned to enjoying good raw fucking. I have a respect for mates that experience similar fuck flu journey. I kinda regard fuck flu and turning poz as kind of like a coming-of-age / right-of-passage thing. If you going through fuck flu know that you are not alone in your experience. Seek out understanding and supportive mates. Get back to enjoying hot raw fucking when you ready.

God damn, this is a great story. I love the slow burn and lines being pushed while the boy is rationalizing as naively as possible. My favorite part was definitely when the bear was digging that cock up into his ass, and he was just about to pop inside. Also, a little bit of “did he or didn't he” with whether or not he achieved full penetration. The copious amounts of toxic pre would have been an issue if he had, what with the descriptions of how much was trailing all over the place upon withdrawal. This really reminds me of how I write my stories, and it’s executed beautifully so far.

Some I have and some I have not. Sometimes you absolutely can feel the warmth injected inside you and you feel all gooey inside and between your ass cheeks. Other times you don't feel the warmth and have to ask if they came.

Matthew's elusive conversion to the poz brotherhood is amazing. I had predicted his conversion after his trip to Palm Springs, which was only with 18 poz loads. Now, that he has taken documented 135 toxic loads in his ass, could Matthew be one of those "unicorn" chasers that are immune to HIV? Or, does it take the "perfect poz storm" for him to contract the virus? Only future chapters know the answer. This superbly written chapter illustrates one reality of chasing that few experience, and thus don't recognize it. Given the nature of HIV's viability and a person's immune system and chemistry, a successful pozzing may take only one breeding or in Dr. Matthew's case, more than 135 toxic loads. This is one reason that the process is called, the chase--conveying only a beginning and not an ending. Looking forward to see where @Van2mantakes us readers as Dr. Matthew pursues his chase for pozhood to satisfy a decades-old desire.

This is also me. It never stops.

Nothing is more enjoyable than feeling a cock pulsate cum inside you. Mmmm

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

It doesn’t but it would be more productive if you found an Alpha who knows what a faggot is for and uses him accordingly. It doesn’t make you self hating. I encourage my faggot to remove the negativity surrounding the word. I don’t use it as a weapon because thats all I’m attracted to. Fags. Be proud you’re one.

As a bottom, you are there to ensure the pleasure of the Topman. If calling you a faggot, spitting, slapping increases his pleasure and the power of his orgasm, you bite the pillow and stfu and when he’s done you say a respectful Thank you.

A) to those who find an objection…. It is a word. We took the word QUEER and turn led into a positive. You empower haters when you get upset. B) There are MANY bottoms (and sometimes tops) who ARE faggots. it’s a state of mind, not an insult. C) I, for one am NOT attracted to bottoms, only to faggots. I’m a DOM and I breed. I will tell my bitch what to do so he can pull out the cum out of me with the maximum pleasure FOR ME. Period. D) you cannot claim you’re in bondage if you object to that and other terms during sex. If you do, I hope AT LEAST your hole is as tight as your mind, otherwise you cannot really offer anything to a Dom.

Was in Catholic seminary in the UK for 6 years. Sucked a lot of cock in that time

This guy has been fucking my pussy for decades, and I have most definitely felt each and every gush of his cum. This is a guy who can shoot his wad across the room, so I absolutely can feel every wad he shoots in me. We've calculated that, over the years, he has shot at least 52 gallons of his cum up my cunt. Some of which you can see leaking out of my freshly fucked snatch.

I can't say i actually feel his semen shooting into me. What I do feel is the quickest pace of his penis fucking me, heavier breathing and then then his penis getting even harder. Finally are the pulses and each pulse an indication that his cum is being shot into me. afterwards my hole feels empty, a bit gaped but warm and wet. Psychologically, the thought that his seed his inside me and his swimmers actively trying to fertilize me is overwhelming. The intimacy of having a mans sperm inside after a hot fuck is the best.

I had one guy that used to fuck me and I definitely felt his loads. He was a massive cummer and you could literally feel it filling you up. But typically no I can’t really feel it but you can feel their cock pulsating while cumming

You definitely need to be fucked. Don’t be tempted to look for a guy with a massive cock. An average cock will feel plenty huge inside you on your first time. It can hurt at first but your ass will soon stretch to take him. My first time was with an older man. He made sure my hole was well lubed and he lubed his cock before he mounted me. He pushed into me slowly and it felt uncomfortable but not painful even though I asked him to pull out but he continued penetrating me telling me that it will be easier for me once he’s all in. He was right. He went balls deep in my ass and stayed there until I was stretched and could comfortably take his cock. He fucked me And shot his load deep. I felt it and so will you. You’ll feel his cock buck and throb then a hot feeling filling your ass as he pumps his load into you. Go for it. You’ll love it.

Getting them pierced will cause them to get much bigger. They do it as a corrective surgery for inverted nipples even. Just go to a good reputable piercer. Anyone charging you under $100-$150 for a very delicate and difficult piercing like your nipples I honestly would never trust.

Just Me

------- Chapter 5.2 - The Package ------- The quick trip back to get his arm tattoo finished was turning out to not be as easy as he thought. Ric was too young to rent a car and it turned out none of his friends could give him a ride up to Thad's shop that day. He didn't want to let his parents know he was back in town since he knew they would have a million questions he didn't want to answer, like "an appointment for what?" or "where did you get the money for this?" A quick call to Joe seemed to solve his issue, but it seemed complicated. The plan was: when he landed he was to take the rental car shuttle to meet Joe's friend Aaron. When Aaron got off of work, he'd ride home with Aaron and maybe sleep on his couch and would get dropped off for his Saturday morning appointment. Aaron would take him back to the airport and work his shift on Sunday. Ric hated to impose on someone he'd never met, but Joe had assured him that Aaron was willing to help out. So there he sat, waiting for the A1 Car Rental shuttle to pick him up. He was nervous when the bus showed up, but he got on and was immediately asked about his reservation. "Uh, I don't have one. I was supposed to meet Aaron there" Ric replied. "Oh yeah, we're expecting you. Have a seat" the driver said. Seconds later, the driver called over the radio "Base, your package arrived." Ric chuckled and waited several minutes until well dressed businesswoman got on, telling the driver about her reservation. A few minutes later, the driver called over the radio "Two people, one rez for Jackson, one sweet looking package. On our way." He got to the remote rental building and let the customer check in while he sat down on the bench. He wondered if the nerdy guy behind the counter was Aaron, but didn't want to interfere with a real customer to get a closer look. A minute later, another guy came out from the back. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie loosened, but the guy was closer to Joe's description of Aaron. The guy walked over toward Ric and said "Hi, are you Ric? I'm Aaron. I need to do a few things before we close so just get comfortable. You west coast people really love the last flight in" laughing quietly. Ric saw the biohazard tattoo on Aaron's left forearm and smiled before he checked his phone and he saw a message from Shane. "You coming in tonight?" followed by "When's ur appt?" Ric replied "@airport waiting 4 ride appt manana @noon" A few minutes later Shane replied "ok be at abs @ 10am." Ric shook his head and wondered why Shane cared, why he wanted to go to an adult book store and then, which one. He sat around waiting and soon most of the lights went off. Aaron went around locking things up and said "If you gotta piss, do it quick. We're leaving in five." Ric chuckled, liking Aaron's bluntness and decided that he should probably drain his bladder before the ride up north and went into the restroom. Just as he started to piss, Aaron walked in. "Joe said you were cute and he wasn't kidding. I assume he gave you something permanent" Aaron said. Ric laughed and replied "Yeah he did. From the tattoo, I guess he gave you the same thing?" Aaron grinned saying "Nah, it was his brother, but same club." Ric looked over his shoulder and watched Aaron rub his crotch. "I really appreciate you giving me a ride up there and back. I was planning on getting a room over at the Rest Inn. Dennis said he could set me up" Ric told Aaron. "You know Dennis? Cool. He's a really good guy. Do you want some roommates for the night? I always have fun over there" Aaron replied. "If its ok with Dennis, its ok with me" Ric said as he shook off his cock and stuffed it back in his jeans. While he washed his hands, Aaron took his spot at the urinal and pissed a surprisingly long time. They walked back into the dark building and out the door, with Aaron locking the deadbolt. Aaron led him over to his car and they drove over to the exit. Once through, Aaron got out and locked the hut and then the gate. It was a boring drive, one that Ric had done several times. They chatted a bit and Ric said "So, you know Mark too?" Aaron chuckled and said "Yeah, he knocked me up in that bathroom. Or over in the car wash, I don't know which fuck did it. Freaked me out but it's the best thing that's ever happened. I learned a lot, got a bunch of friends out of it and a killer boyfriend." "Nice. I hope I get the fun room I had when I met Joe. It would be good if you can stay over. You can bring your boyfriend too" Ric said. Aaron smiled over at Ric. As they got close to the exit Ric asked "I got a message from a friend that I have to stop by the adult book store tomorrow morning. Do you know which one he's talking about?" Aaron laughed and said "There's only one and we're going to pass it in a minute. You got the room, you should use it as much as possible instead of going over there. Hell, bring your friend over tonight and we can knock his ass up good." Ric smiled. "I already did, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a recharge. I don't know why he wants to meet there in the morning" Ric said. He tapped out a message to Shane and asked. "wrestlng coach goes there sat mornings if no team match" was followed by "u asked if he played" and then "he sucks or gets blown there" were Shane's replies. Ric smiled and thought he knew what Shane was thinking. Before he could reply he got another message from Shane "u want to tag him 4 booting ur friend off team?" "wanted to get pics, ur idea better" Ric replied. Seconds later Shane texted "do both." Hearing Ric chuckle as he texted prompted Aaron to ask "what's so funny?" "Just realized my friend is more twisted than I thought" Ric replied. Ric then sent Shane "can u stop over to hotel tonite?" Shane replied a second later "Cant. got plans w/marcus ;)" Ric smiled again, hoping that Shane was going to tap Marcus and experience his hot ass. By now he decided he was going to need to make sure that his balls were full in the morning and that would dampen the fun he had tonight. Aaron pulled into the hotel, parked and the pair walked inside. Dennis was standing there at the reception desk, grinning. "Right on time and you even brought me a treat" Dennis said as he winked at Aaron, adding "How's Nick feeling? We really nailed him the other night." "Horny again. Hopefully he's ready to fuck, I drained my balls earlier" Aaron said as Dennis laid a key on the counter. "You got Room 221. Sorry, the fun rooms are booked, but no one is close so you can make a lot of noise there. I'll be up in a few hours to tuck you in" Dennis said, chuckling. Ric and Aaron headed up to the room and found that Dennis had at least supplied a few drinks and snacks. "I would have preferred one king instead of two queen beds" Ric said as he watched Aaron tapping away on his phone. "Nick will be here in about an hour, he's finishing up with some guy" Aaron said. "I thought he was your boyfriend" Ric asked. "He is, but we both mess around on the side and usually tell each other about our hookups" Aaron replied. They both grabbed something to drink, Ric a beer and Aaron a bottle of water. Soon Ric had his shirt and shoes off and Aaron shed his work uniform. As he emptied the beer, Ric laughed and took his jeans off too to match Aaron. Both guys laid down on one of the beds. Aaron turned on his side, looking at Ric and said "Joe told me to take care of you. I'm not sure if that means to keep you out of trouble or if I'm supposed to be your fuck toy for the weekend." Ric glanced over and saw Aaron smiling back at him. "Knowing him, probably both" Ric said, laughing afterward. He watched Aaron look up and down his body but always going back and staring at his bulge. "I'm pretty beat and I want to save a big load for tomorrow morning, so I'm probably going to be the fuck toy tonight. I could use a good dicking anyway, most guys want me to top and I miss feeling a guy breed me" Ric said, giving Aaron a wink. Seconds later, Aaron rolled between Ric's legs and began gnawing on the bulge through the thin fabric of Ric's trunks. Once it was thoroughly soaked and Ric's shaft was hard and poking out the top band, Aaron pulled them down and tossed them on the floor. "Oh fuck, yeah. If you're not fucking tonight, then I better get this tomorrow night or you're walking to the airport" Aaron said before letting out a laugh. He licked and sucked for several minutes before working his way down to Ric's heavy balls. Ric pulled his legs back to give Aaron better access and when Aaron was done, he pushed Ric back a little further. It gave him space to lick further down, spread Ric's ass apart and dive in. Ric moaned deeply while Aaron licked and poked his tight hole. "Mmm, one of my favorites - sweaty, hairy and poz" Aaron growled before working a finger in. "You weren't kidding, you haven't been fucked in a while. This is fuckin' tight!" he said a few moments later. Aaron stood up and tugged his underwear off and when he went to get on the bed, Ric had spun around with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. His stiff cock went into Ric's eager mouth and he pulled him up so he could get back to munching on Ric's hole. Aaron was in heaven and wasn't sure he wanted to fuck. Ric's mouth, tongue and throat felt good on his cock and his ass ring kept playing with Aaron's tongue and fingers. Occasionally, Ric would rub a spit covered finger over his pucker and his whole body would shake. When he felt his balls begin to churn he knew he better start fucking soon or he would be emptying them down Ric's throat. Aaron pushed three fingers in and twisted them around before laying Ric back down on his back. Slowly he pulled his cock free of Ric's mouth and climbed between his legs. Ric grabbed his legs again and pulled back as Aaron rubbed his slick cock around Ric's hole. With a firm push, Aaron slid in until he was firmly planted against Ric's ass. The two stared at each other, smiling. Ric gave a few squeezes with his sphincter and Aaron let out a long groan. "God that feels good. I'm gonna get you ready for Nick and Dennis. Your hole is going to be flooded with our toxic jizz by morning" Aaron said. Aaron might have started out gentle but he worked up to a firm pounding. He flipped Ric on to his knees and drilled him as they knelt on the bed. Aaron loved feeling the sweaty back against his chest, so when he pushed Ric on to all fours, they stayed like that and he pushed himself on to his feet and drove hard into Ric's loosening hole. Aaron plowed Ric like that for another ten minutes until he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts got harder until he gave one last shove and felt his cock erupt. Aaron moaned loudly as shot after shot of his viral cum pumped into Ric's guts. "Damn, that load was bigger than I thought after my fuck earlier" Aaron said after he pulled his still hard cock out of Ric's hole. "Who was the lucky guy? A customer?" Ric asked. "Nah, the guy behind the counter that you saw when you got there. Greedy little fuck should be knocked up any day now" Aaron said, chuckling. Adding "Guess I'll be covering the desk again while I find a new hole to charge up." Dennis clapped as he leaned against the door. "One welcome home gift given, I hope you don't mind another one, Ric" Dennis said. Several minutes later Aaron's boyfriend Nick showed up while Dennis was fucking Ric. With a second load in Ric's now sloppy hole, Nick took over and was soon adding his cum. "Surprised to see you bottoming tonight, Ric. Giving that killer dick a rest?" Dennis asked. "I want to have a big load ready for tomorrow morning. A friend says that the wrestling coach goes to the adult book store on Saturday mornings. I want to feed him a load and maybe get a pic or two of him there" Ric said, with a tinge of anger in his voice. "Is that the guy that kicked Joe off the team?" Dennis asked. "Yeah. I was just going to get pics, but my friend suggested giving him a gift or two as well" Ric replied. "Too bad Joe isn't here to help out. I bet he'd really enjoy it. What time do you have to be there? Isn't your appointment with Thad tomorrow?" Dennis asked. Aaron and Nick were listening closely and a grin slowly grew over their faces. "10 AM for the book store, noon for Thad. Who knows if the coach will even show, but I hope he does" Ric said. "Well, you're going to need some sleep. Let me know how it goes. I'll be working tomorrow night, so I'll see you then" Dennis said as he got up and left the three in the room. "How about we leave here at 9:45 and come back around 11:30 for a shower before your appointment?" Aaron asked as he pulled down the covers of the other bed. "Sounds good" Ric replied. They were all asleep in minutes, Aaron and Nick in one bed and Ric in the other. -- Ric saw Shane walking into the book store as they pulled up. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you at 11:30?" Ric asked. "Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world. We're going to help, if we can" Aaron said. He parked and the three went inside, splitting up right away. Ric got a bunch of tokens from the cashier before finding Shane and they talked quietly. They got Nick in the left of three booths and Shane took the right one. Aaron was on his knees sucking on Ric's cock outside the booths when the coach walked in. The coach looked around nervously and went into the only open booth in the middle. Nick and Shane both had their cocks out and offered them though the glory holes soon after. The coach had started to suck on Nick's cock when Shane's shaft poked through. Soon he was alternating between the two. After a couple rounds, Shane whispered "Gimme that ass." The coach bent over and went back to sucking Nick's cock while Shane used spit to lube up the coach's hole. Shane pushed his rigid shaft in surprisingly easily and began to plow away. The well used hole felt good around his cock while Marcus' loads slowly dripped out of his own hole and down his leg. He knew this had to be quick and only a few minutes later was shooting his toxic seed into the coach's ass. With the booths occupied, Ric and Aaron set up their next steps and waited for the next booth to open. Hopefully it would be either Nick's or Shane's. Shane's door opened and he walked out, zipping his jeans up. Ric watched Aaron go inside and waited for the tokens Shane had deposited to expire. It was only a few minutes, but it was enough for the coach to have turned around and start getting fucked by Nick while he sucked on Aaron's cock. The light went off, indicating no movie was playing and Ric waited another minute or so. Nick's door opened and he was grinning as he walked out. Ric banged on Aaron's door, yelling out "Add tokens or get out" in a deeper voice than normal. He laughed to himself and then went over to the empty booth and went in, adding a few tokens to the player. "Oh shit, no tokens. Be right over" Aaron said, pulling his cock out of the glory hole and shuffling over to the middle booth with his jeans partially down. The coach looked up at him, shocked that he'd just barge in, but quickly went back to sucking his cock. Ric watched through the hole and chuckled to himself before recording a minute of the coach sucking Aaron with his phone. Aaron face fucked the coach and occasionally would pull out and slap his cock on the coaches face before stuffing it back in his mouth. The third time he did it, he growled "God that looks so hot... just a sec" as he pulled out his phone. Click, click, click the phone sounded as he snapped three pictures of the coach's face with either a dick on his cheek or in his mouth. Aaron began to thrust harder and then felt his cock start to shoot into the coach's mouth. He pulled out and let a rope splash over the coach's face. Click, click and two more pics of the coach's cum covered face got recorded. Aaron stuffed his phone back in his pocket and pulled up his jeans. Patting the coach's head, he said "Thanks daddy" and left the booth. Nick was blocking the empty booth's door until he saw Dennis arrive. He grinned again and let Dennis go inside. Ric cleared his throat and tapped on the hole before sliding his half hard cock through. The coach scurried over on his knees, muttering "oh fuck" as he saw the dick that was awaiting him. He started licking, though, and soon had Ric fully hard. A few minutes later he was sucking but only getting a little over half of it into his mouth before he'd gag when it hit his throat. Dennis was on the other side, patiently watching and waiting. "Show me that pussy" Ric barked out. The coach responded and seconds later had his ass planted against the partition. "mmm, all lubed up. I love a cumdump" Ric growled as he pushed his cock against the coach's hole. It took a few tries but finally it yielded and he slowly drove his cock in. He could hear the pain in the coach's groans over the two movies and it spurred him on. Dennis had pushed his cock through the hole and the coach tried to suck on it to distract himself from the pain ripping through his body as Ric's cock tore into him. He tried to pull away from Ric's shaft, but that just pushed Dennis' cock into his throat. The coach ended up fucking himself on the two cocks as he tried to avoid either of them going too deep. Ric began to pump faster, wanting to make sure he got at least one load into the coach's pussy. The timing was hard, but when he felt the coach push back, Ric thrust in hard, plowing deeper than he'd been able to go before. Ric's cock began to shower the coach's guts with his potent load. He moaned loudly, happy that he got to do what Joe dreamed of. When the last spurt dribbled out, Ric barked out "Clean it!" Ric pulled his cock out slowly, giving the coach room to turn around. He pushed back through and felt a tongue start to lick over the head and then down the sides. Dennis chuckled as the coach backed up against the wall. His dick was sliding in moments later and Ric felt the coach moan around his shaft as he lapped up most of the cum. A few minutes later the video ended and Ric backed away, pulled up his sweats and walked out of the booth. A nicely built Latin guy was standing just outside the booth, waiting, and started to go in. Ric whispered in Spanish "You don't want to put your dick in him." "Yeah I do, I'm in the club too" Juan replied as he winked and went inside. Aaron called Ric over and said "We gotta leave or you're going to be late" as he got close. Nick, Aaron and Ric left, rushing back to the hotel with Ric showering as quickly as he could. Aaron and Nick were on the bed groping and kissing when Ric came out of the bathroom and continued while he dressed. They piled back into the car and drove over to the tattoo shop. "Hey, good to see you again. Only five minutes late, pretty good. Aaron's call earlier made it sound like you'd be an hour or two late" Thad said, chuckling. "Good thing he was keeping track or I'd still be over there fucking" Ric replied with a big grin on his face. He pulled off his shirt and sat down in the chair to get the rest of his tattoo finished. Ric laid back and tried to relax, adrenaline still keeping his heart racing. About half way through, Ric asked Thad "Got any ideas to update my first tattoo? I want to change it a bit." "Uh... you don't like it?" Thad asked. "Oh fuck no, I love it. I just want to add to it so it's a little different" Ric replied. A few minutes later, after still seeing the disappointment in Thad's face, he explained "I did a couple videos. They were supposed to crop out the upper tat, but its still visible in a few shots and I've had guys recognize me from it." Thad stopped and sat back, exclaiming "Holy fuck! That WAS you! You're a porn star now? Fuck... I saw a short video online and the tat looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. I looked through my portfolio and couldn't find a pic of it. I thought it was yours from that day with Joe. You guys were kind of rushed that day if I remember right" Thad continued. Ric nodded and said "Yeah, your work has gotten a lot of views. Too bad there's no way to credit you for it." A huge smile took over Thad's face and he started back on the arm tattoo. "I think most guys are looking at your dick, not the ink" he said. Ric laughed and told Thad "That biohazard is just as popular as my dick!" Several minutes later "I can come up with something, but the more ink you get the easier it will be to identify you. They won't want to just show your dick and ass, as hot as they are." "Yeah, I told them I wasn't going to do any more videos. That stuff gets around too easy and I don't want to affect my career later" Ric said. "It was fun to do, though. Now I can say I fucked some porn stars." Thad finished up the arm tattoo and picked up his drawing pad. He sketched out the existing tattoo and made a few copies. After a few tries he found something Ric liked and pulled out the shaving cream and razor again. "Oh fuck! I forgot about that. At least I know it grows back pretty quick now" Ric said. "Yeah, but first I want a pic of the old version for my portfolio. And the arm... and then we'll get the updated chest tat" Thad said. He snapped a few pics with his phone and grinned back at Ric. "Now... let's finish it up" Thad said.